To Be Continued

Flowing around in dusty ages
ink blot ideas form words on my pages
from starting the feeling, the first spark of excitement,
flirting shyly at first, then into the spotlight!
I share with them my all, their essence flows through me,
But then.. I hear a call...
Ho there blue.. with red are you?
But that doesn't show off your true hue,
Ho there dreams, you say that your growing?
How about we go crowing at the moon overflowing
with worms just a-glowing, all shiny and bright.
But then we never really knew, of the moons real wormy hue,
for unfinished it ages, in dusty word cages,
forever more fading,
on these unread pages

-to be continued

un-self

Unpeeled, unshelled, deep under the
layers upon layers,
undone, undressed,
unmasked..
naked in the seed of self,
underneathe, unflinching, unafraid,
understood,
finding feet in the dark earth.
unabashed, unattatched, undefined, and divine
under skies of infinity
I am that I am that I am that I am
spiralling inwards, truth in all

Puzzling

Words fall like a puzzle as I piece my lessons together, falling on perked ears, I trust the inner butterflies to guide my fragile understanding, a mobile made of glass, twisting and spinning, catching light at the right angles. I whisper to them and shine them up until they sparkle like crystal and I close my eyes to set them free, dreams weaving as I speak. I am a bridge to the light realm, a beckoner to that which lies beyond, a stealer of memories, of images to paint the picture of me, of this, of the just now and the forever. With belief and trust we merge and swim in the same rivers, feeling the flowing grace and allowance waters wrapping their tender tendrils around, and mingling minds because curiosity cannot be ignored. It pulls tangles out and laughs at them, smoothing them out into hammocks to lay in the open sunshine.

Icy Gardens

I watch as green gardens are coated with icy snow and reflect on the pure impermanence of it all. For just a small while this green will be cradled in it`s snowy grave, a frozen memory of an eternal season.. when someone thought this would last forever, someone thought they would last forever, and someone else still counted the falling petals, thinking how time stretches deep. But sometimes time jumps our bones,the cold shocks our warm bronze beings and we shiver with it’s cryptic foreshadowing. Winnipeg warriors have not yet earned their spurs, or donned brick heavy sorrels. I think of this all, watching the snow swirl around cozy street lights, and smile a little smile because our cycles still reflect clocks more than ourselves, night lights more than our dear stars, and digital agendas more than our moon. What a surprise this tropical blizzard. Not feeling like revolting much less moving, I just keep sighing, watching as seasons change before my eyes, saying to myself that tonight at least, i choose to embrace this unexpected, to welcome the snowmen, to frolick with each frisky flake and make love to the winter winds.   

 

Old poetry surrender

Well little ms. blog has been in stasis for a while here, but now relaxing and glowing on the sunshine coast thought I'd give it a little jump start, a little energy with some old poetry I've been wanting to archive. ~*Bliss Bless*

Falling Together

My fingers type a waterfall of letters, drips and drips, words, rolling and falling into the larger pool of that which I’m trying to say to you. But the drumbeat of my heart falls apart, scatters beats to the wind, each spiralling mathematically away, moments fragmented into a million pieces, trying to escape the thought that I might have to tell you no, or maybe not know what to say at all. The splinters of my ego are flying so wide and wild that sea birds pick them up and when they fly into the sunlight, they blind and bewilder those who dare to look. And I dared, so now the words, the manifestations of my divine will trip blindly off my tongue into empty puddles leaving ricocheted bits stuck to the memory walls of all those here. But I’ll pick them up, dust them off and repeatedly reassemble my meaning, mecho-engineering and reconfragulating my rusty constructs until I…. Understand…you…..until I… can speak to your heart.. until you can see my truth.