Monday, April 25, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Secrets of the Talking Jaguar
"...I'd been here before, my eyes misting up like the white fog hugging these forested cliffs, unfettered for the first time, feeling like maybe the breast was coming to my own messy face, not just for milk, but as a subtle home for my desires, luring me like a trumpet flower, asking me to leave what I knew and become the shiny bird I had to be." ~ MartÃn Prechtel
Paragon Twin Flame
Through worlds,
through worlds vast
i have sought your face
searching the stars glimmering
jeweled net of majesty
for the paths through the wild
to the heart of a jungle untouched
i skywalked the path of Venus
8 year pentacle in my steps
took to the air-
blue eagle winging
steep peaks of alien climes
priestess i
climb these 13 steps to completion
have lain in the temple
solstice anointed
and parted space time
between these thighs
for you my hanabku reflection
to sit as kuhul ajaw in heaven
within me
seeding a new earth
we orbit the ages
spinning in this dance of creation
fill the quartz basin
and scry story-branching possibility
owl cries through the wood
i cry out in the voice of birds
across the water
crystals bursting from my skin
as the serpent twines higher
dreamspell mage angel
your eyes held mine
as the moon moved my waves
to the final shore
through worlds,
through worlds vast
i seek your face
through worlds vast
i have sought your face
searching the stars glimmering
jeweled net of majesty
for the paths through the wild
to the heart of a jungle untouched
i skywalked the path of Venus
8 year pentacle in my steps
took to the air-
blue eagle winging
steep peaks of alien climes
priestess i
climb these 13 steps to completion
have lain in the temple
solstice anointed
and parted space time
between these thighs
for you my hanabku reflection
to sit as kuhul ajaw in heaven
within me
seeding a new earth
we orbit the ages
spinning in this dance of creation
fill the quartz basin
and scry story-branching possibility
owl cries through the wood
i cry out in the voice of birds
across the water
crystals bursting from my skin
as the serpent twines higher
dreamspell mage angel
your eyes held mine
as the moon moved my waves
to the final shore
through worlds,
through worlds vast
i seek your face
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
cyclic muse
sunrise - sunset
these days i see both
pink glow resting atop trees
beginning and end
today the sun finds tears on my cheeks
to sparkle through
eyes blurring with emotion
a suddenly flurry like snowflakes in April
here then gone
as her words soothe my heart
i pull up from deep roots
and spiral outward
sheltering my children
under soft curved wings
orphan heart little mother
wearing smiles like crescent boats
to sail into a new future
these days i see both
pink glow resting atop trees
beginning and end
today the sun finds tears on my cheeks
to sparkle through
eyes blurring with emotion
a suddenly flurry like snowflakes in April
here then gone
as her words soothe my heart
i pull up from deep roots
and spiral outward
sheltering my children
under soft curved wings
orphan heart little mother
wearing smiles like crescent boats
to sail into a new future
The Vacant Present
My head is full of sand
it sifts through
the cracks
in my skull a pale rain of grit
f a l l i n g slowly
over my body
This all happened after
my mind
expanded
so much
i had to rent it
it's own apartment
across town
I really don't
miss it
as much as i thought i would
i have so much more space now
for nothing
and no one.
it sifts through
the cracks
in my skull a pale rain of grit
f a l l i n g slowly
over my body
This all happened after
my mind
expanded
so much
i had to rent it
it's own apartment
across town
I really don't
miss it
as much as i thought i would
i have so much more space now
for nothing
and no one.
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