Love in Acceptance

Upon swallowing your light blue washed over me instantly.
 Your smile sang to mine and the bright, unwavering warmth was acknowledged.
 Many have loved. Many will love. I understand this and embrace it with genuine acceptance.
 My green will shine through to the other side as endlessness wraps its arms around you. 
Awake flower, awake and be enlightened. 
I listen, ears perked up and ready to believe in majick. Blessed is this moment.

Gleam it

Twist and stack and accentuate the beauty. 
Let your love spill out- absorb the light to exude the light.
Share your beams with others that you all make them brighter, stronger and more colorful. 
Prove what is translucent versus that which is black. 
Paths that allow light to shine through will always illuminate the dark.

End of Restraint

Stacking brick by brick, the Star couldn't build a wall high enough for the dreams he had seen. 

Streams of blue crept into his day and he felt at ease and cool. 

Truths bled out from his heart. 

As they crawled across the floor in front of him he resisted the urge to squash past hurts under his foot. 

Amends, he felt. Amends.

Epiphany

Vibrations intensified still waters. Seeking to obliterate self-doubt, "Ofcourse we are love," 
washed over me. Appealing to the corners of my mouth, a smile crept across my lips; evoking my spirit free.

Debris

Twirl with her, if you want to be shown the truths. 
Close your eager eyes and allow yourself to peel back. 
Instead of stacking your beautiful bricks; exhale out your fear and take in only love and understanding. Eruption is inevitable, but cathartic, 
and the projectiles that dispel- the debris of your path, leave willingly. 

Motivation Slam

Peace of mind, time to grind, shake it low,
expand your mind.  Open up, tell your truths, 
sing it loud, see it through.

Secret

The earth put her arms around me that night and pulled me into her chest. 

     "Were it simple, there would be no higher consciousness,

no love, no light; no stars to look upto in the middle of the night."

In this I found solace, in this I felt safe. A Promise from Goddess; a secret in weight.

The Acquisition

Divulge dark keeper of secrets; acquirer of adoration and attention. Release your gates and call back your dogs dear, eager recipient of my love. 

The bricks you stack cover the ground between us and as your pile grows, so does the space between. 

You seek to lose that which you fear to gain?

You stack beautiful one and I'll drift.

Taste

Crystallizations dripped from your mouth. The infinite possibilities washed over me without fear; only genuine allure. It was a force of suction for those turned on to see it.

"Give light to breathe light," she whispered from behind my heart.

"Okay, I'm listening. Your words feel warm."

Bleeding for truth may not be your intention at first, but once you've tasted the light; once you've swallowed divine secrets, your appetite becomes insatiable for answers that drip from the sacred circle.

I feel inclined to dispell such secrets and such truths for the greater good. The pains been excrutiated already in search of this light.

Grateful

We are but mere waves of energy for goddess to circulate through. We draw in and attract one another as beings. We look at the angles and lines of eachothers bodies and decide how they will fit together like puzzle pieces. 

Be elated in what you have to share. 

Protect your ever-beaming light. 

Pull one another into the warmth of your own beating hearts. Expand finger tips, arms, legs and limbs-now, tie them together! 

Exist as one in the solidarity of love.

inchoate

Sing it sweetly songbird. Pluck your strings and glow your words.

Speak of crystal love and of languages of birds.

Pour out your majick and your ever-flowing truth. From the moments of euphoria to aches and pains of youth.

Bleed for all the hearts that have known of what you sing. And anyone whose love still perpetuates to ring.

when we listen

Blue-dusted beauty, Goddess of this night,
how can we begin to illuminate our light?

Feet find roots and strength sprouts upward with love.

Admiration sparks knowledge to be evoked.

To be evoked is to move slowly and subconsciously with a beautiful low tune.
Shoulders shake as the rhythm takes you elsewhere.

Believe in the divine.

She believes in you.

animal slam

    You felt like home; a place i had never known. Delving into your depths, I saw images of regret, embarassment and miscalculated attempts to fit in.
  But you were beautiful. Like the winds of time blowing in the tragedy of death and bringing flowers like spring to celebrate the life that has ceased and the life that has pressed on. With the green tips of petals comes a fresh approach to the same old angst-filled choices that aren't really ours to choose.
  "What will you have me do?" I said,   Leap into the bottomless ocean of life when I cannot see the abyss that lies beneath us? Be drowned by naivety and resurfaced as a swollen, purple version of myself lacking oxygen; but with an abundance of water? Spin blindly into the monsoon of uncertainty?
  No- I will do none of these things for I am scared of the outcome and the process for that matter. I cannot leap.  So, with eyes on the dirt between my toes I say; "I am no frog.

Were I a bird I could pump blood into the veins of my wings that would propel me into the clouds that are dreams of our ancestors.  What would i see? -Certainly things i have never dreamt of.  I would pluck my feathers and let water roll down them to the tips of my nails; Feeding fledgling with the carcasses of past rodents as the nutrients fills their tendons with life; Arranging twigs and foliage to protect the young life that was once my womb from which came an egg. But while birds are vast in their knowledge of the skies, what do they know of the ground and dirt? And since there is no feeling softer than that of sun-glistened dirt on my toes I say, "I am no bird."

Slithering on my belly, feeling every individual walk of life roll beneath my warm body I am a snake. In time, I may shed my skin and become my new, older and slightly larger self. Having digested many tiny rodents I have become familair with their habits, their families and their fledglings. I wait and even calculate the moves of my prey. Move to the right and I will counter your move with a deadly lunge to your weakest penetrable point.  In the name of my existence I will strike at you when you are not expecting it. I exist in constant search of warmth and moisture. I Slither on my abdomen and chest propelled by the solid muscle that is my body. I let the vibrations of all things guide me as I absorb their pulsating energies.  But while tough skin I have, scales i have not; so with the flesh of malleable tissue  I say, "I am no snake."

    With rage and instinct to rule my actions; I fear nothing and no one. Come near my young and your next step is unfortunately your last. I stand at great heights allowing you to feel my presence. Territorial and keen, I stalk you as you traipse about thinking you are stalking me. Quiet steps and smooth agility will convince you that feeling is nothing but your shadow. Bears are both illusive as well as massive; yet they move with quiet observance. While remaining unseen is most satisfactory, I believe I have not mastered the art of existing without imposing; and so I say, "I am no bear."

    

dearest anima

She seeps out of your pores; gushes out of the corners of your mouth; pleads with you to validate and massage her center.
Don’t quiet her truths to appease. Don’t stifle her beauty to ease.
Raw feminine love is thick and plentiful.
Never believe those that cheat it understand it.
Anima needs no “artistic photos” taken, nor the occupation of showing it off. It is quiet and in no way visible to cameras or even eyes. It is a way of life, not a sexy moment.
LISTEN, Your Anima is in abundance. Her overflow pools around your being, creating the perfect warm, wet space. Others may not understand now; but they will. She is inside-not outside. Your Anima exists and needs no place to hide.
Often we are scared of her and misuse her with vanity and other egotistical acts. PLEASE DON’T.  Love her and exude to your world. SHE is the thread that holds you together and the edge that tears you apart.

Dear Universe

Dear Universe,

I know that as the sun sets each day; a new day is in the making. A new day that we have the power to change our lives and float up above menial moments of anti- spiritual clutter ; a new day to embrace everyday beauty and reach something higher then the places we take ourselves.

I struggle with the strength to contain my negativity inside and if I can, I must convert its energy into something greater than weak frustration. With this power I could manifest my dreams.

I watch my loved ones struggle with their pasts, their insecurities and their self-destructive behavior. I let in the worst kinds of takers---the kind that hide behind smiles and decent conversations only to take my energy and run. You say “never let someone take your energy” but my aura is like a garage sale and I’ve got love and energy flying off the lot at low, low prices you cannot beat! Yes, if you can find lower prices for precious, priceless power and love; ill just give you everything I own!!

Dear universe.

Oh please grant me the patience to trust those closest to me and continue to give them my love for the ones that have stuck around with me will be true in the end.

I am a giant solar panel,

I am a dance studio, I am an art studio,.

I take dance classes and express myself physically

I will take my friends tears and turn them into blue and purple flowers or tiny rainbows that are magnetic and gem-like.

What if we really, seriously were stars in the sky?  I would be large and majestic, shooting moon rays and exuding cosmic love for all the sweet, moon children.  We could just run around naked and vibrate like sound waves dripping off the wax of the DJ.

I swear I wont take you for granted anymore Universe.  I’ll thank you for your gifts and do with them what I am meant to.  Flow with your rhythm instead of force you to move to mine…because lets face it we do not always know what is best for ourselves. 

Dear universe,

I am that which I am; weird, dark, honest and unmerciful. I am proud and I must learn to love who I am some day in some moment. And in that moment, I will look up beyond the atmosphere of this realm and see myself existing in another place and time devoid of sadness and living with a steady stream of joy and selfless thoughts.

Spiritual radiation,  manifestation, innovation, creation determination, dedication, realization. All  of these things will lead me towards something that is meaningful. I will search, I will search, I will search,

I will grow exponentially I want to be one million times myself. I no longer want to be a scaled-down, miniature version of myself. I will take the realms of my being and go in all directions with them. Expansion. Run in all directions quickly. Build upon the layers of myself circularly----LITERALLY GROW OUTWARD.

I want to stand in front of those mirrors in a dance studio and find strength in the fact that it comes naturally to me and I will progress. The actions will come to me—they will come through me.  I am love, I am hope, I am manifestation I am dancing-I am dancing.

I am music; a melodic wave of beauty that travels down your ear canal.

I will sing songs that express my love and my sadness

My guitar will be an extension of my soul that sends thoughts into the physical realm.  My love seeps through fingers and becomes tangible as it reaches the ears of those listening.  Filled with inspiration and determination, I will love my music and my music will love me like the moon loves the water and the water loves the sky.  Vibrations of thoughts both joyous and disdainful will express themselves through me for others to feel and know. And when my light hits the seed inside someone they will feel it as the music inside them is ignited with warmth and joy. Sing? Yes, I am singing.

Dear universe,

I’m meditation. With eyes closed; I will foresee my life as I wish it to be. I project dreams onto the screens that are my eyelids. Nodding in understanding, I see. I am a mirror.  Look inside me and see yourself as you wish it; as the universe wishes it. I will consume the sorrows of my brothers and sisters and spit them back as sea foam that crashes on the shores of a beach where the ocean will absorb the pain and transform in into molecules to send back to the moon.

Dear universe,

Use me. Take my love and let it be useful to others—otherwise why would I have so much?  Absorb it. Universe, I love and respect you and I intend to exude that forever.

Dear Universe,

Does growing up mean growing apart? Please ease our pain. As mere mortals; we transfer words and phrases from one to another so frequently, so frivolously. Meanings lost, precious time was tossed into the forgotten, I love you is a catch phrase in a board game—and it won’t even get us the most points. Universe, help us to endure, to surpass the meaningless. We can savor eachothers ideas and thoughts. Help us to care for one anothers ideas; we can turn a small idea into a vast dream that is possible.  The cells of our ideas can thread together to manifest into solutions. True solutions.