Month: June 2020

Intonation

Vibration

Intention

Roots growing down

into the ground.

I am free

like the tree.

In love with flowers.

With rain.

It gives me power

to overcome pain.

Under the full moon

with its light shown

that I am not alone.

Into the night I walk

there is no need to talk.

I am the fox

I am the phlox

My hair in locks

is an antenna

of reception and transmission.

It does not matter the situation.

What matters is the vibration.

Takes time

to lend (tend) what is mine

to mend.

My own mind.

To Love

like a dove.

My heart flutters

My eyes open

My hands are gentle.

The bark of trees

speaks language.

Like curves of hills

Fish with their gills

The ocean

is a potion.

Bird for 7 Minutes

Bird. I am the bird in the sky flying high. My name is Joe, I am the crow to whom I say hello. Only with flow, I am the mountain river which provides rejuvenating shivers. I am the beaver building early in the morning. The wind provides loft to the wings as I dance and sing to the ancient rhythm which is all or our own birthright. I can feel it in my heartbeat, my footsteps and my breath. The cycles of moon and earth and sun. The pulsation of flowers opening to receive morning dew drops. The fluidity of the tectonic plates creating new land. Of supernovas and distant galaxies. I see the wisdom of my cousins, the birds. They know what’s going on from their perspective atop the trees. Oh the trees swaying in the wind. Can you hear the whispers? To stand still.

Written at night during hypnagogic weariness upstairs at workshop while listening to primordial nature sounds.

Circles and spirals outward to infinity.

Anew

I am born

every moment

is life and death.

Fluid change.

Ebb and flow.

To be free.

All things and all experience

I am transparent.

I am smoke and fire.

The rain drop and the ocean.

The birds and trees.

I am vibrations and emotion.

I am clouds and ether.

I am music and poetry.

I am footsteps.

Rhythm

Heart beat

Breath.

The wind whispers wisdom of now.

Beauty and magic.

I exist in flow.

I am here to create.

Clear channel.

Let me be free of all attachments

I accept all.

Birth every moment into sensual existence.

The stem cells of infinite possibility.

Symbols

the language of dance.

I taste the medicine of orange in Spring.

I am the spring growth.

I am all seasons.

I let go

I let go

I let go.

And I drift away.

Primordial lava from center of Earth

Creates a new me.

And for that I am grateful.

Time. What is time?

Everything exists right now.

Intuition.

Let it flow.

Healing.

Whole healing.

The body follows the mind.

The mind follows the body.

Every part is whole.

Black holes and super-novas

the creation of new realities.

The black crow flies in the sky surrounded by purple clouds of time and space.

Spirals of contrast

all colors and black and white.

I am receptive to everything.

Let there be gentleness and compassion.

Let me play with curiosity.

Don’t judge.

Love.

Love all.

Love.

Love without fear.

Without attachment.

Without future or past.

Polarity and where they meet. (Image of Triangle Circle and Square)

Straight lines and curves.

The string is pulled.

The bat flies from the cave and white swan joins him.

The magpie on barn roof.

All are signs of change and transmutation.

The veil is thin between this and that.

I melt into oblivion

into everything.

I drip down caressing the green leaves in sunshine.

How I am the bee who loves the flower.

Drumming and dance

I release.

I realize.

Covered in dust.

I float.

I lack density.

I drift

but with roots.

Here I sit at the white ocean of vastness at the dark space of cosmos.

The blank building blocks of reality unmanifested.

I am the craftsman.

I hold the power.

This power is accessed through wild freedom.

Through hypnagogia, dance, fasting, storms, Nature, living water, fire, dance, stream of consciousness, toning, vibrations, breath.

Open the door and walk into the light

to become the light.

This is a spell.

A program.

A key.

Relax.

Relax.

And let go.

Sleep in the darkness to renew.

Remember child self.

Snake slithers.

Drought and flood.

I am grateful.

All the things that made this moment.

Vastness.

Intelligence of chaos.

Silence – then you can listen.

Darkness – then you can see.

Attune sensitivity like a tuning fork.

Language of emotions.

Redwing blackbirds before the storm.

I Love Life!!!