Barren landscape up close
Photo use under CC.

formless form feeling full and frozen
ground under me and shoveling it over
to darken, bring warmth and support
the privacy of my own germination.
all i want is to receive.

i realize how important sleep is.
going. going. going. time’s gone.
cant catch up.
miss understandings. miss understood.

memories behind me always.
chapters unearthed in the winter.
all i can think about is, a-year-ago-i-was…
miss believing. miss trusting.

i’m buried
in purpose. purposely.
all the nourishment around me i could possibly need.
the illusion that its more pleasant living with active
fortitude of direction towards “the” radiant sunshiny life
pisses me off.

All this work, work, work
to fit in my work, work, work.

Works of heart.
Works of play.
Works of m one y.
Works of constantly cooking and cleaning.
Works of waiting.
Works of finding words.

I am tired
and fully vital.

This isn’t going anywhere it isn’t already.
A merry-go-round, a topsy-turvy fun-house.
A preverbal sighhh…
just found form, formless, fully frozen
in these letters here together.

Words ring true.

Poetry keeps me free.
I prefer the keeping something for myself, in my heart’s treasure box.
Occasionally I reveal more. But writing like this, and even publishing it publicly, is a exercise in vulnerability and creative free-writing.

Knowing that I do not want to share details, yet I do wish to let my feeling-tone through, is a nice perimeter to that which ends up creating itself. Much like Twitter’s rule of 140 characters per tweet. Which is one reason I like it. You have to re-evaluate the nonsense you feel like sharing randomly. Brilliant.

Of course, the one down-side to not fully disclosing my intentions or meaning is that it allows readers to interpret and perceive at will. Granted this always happens to a relative degree regardless.

That is all.



Patience Please.

Patience is one of the greatest acts of Love.
I do believe, its true.
Naturally it was my son who taught me.
The true experience of patience.
The true experience of love;
what it means to give and to receive.

Underneath it all it means giving “yourself” up;
Releasing your need to know, control, change, or fix;
in order to take a passive approach.

Most importantly, its about Trusting.
Trust becomes the act of love, right along side patience.
Its as if they were born to become wings
to lift the mind up into Love.

Releasing is of course only one side of the coin. We must be seek to know, control, change, or fix “things” in a relative way. This helps bring rise to form. Case in point that form is only half of the equation.

This was touched on in the documentary I watched last night: Quantum Activist- from a local or nonlocal viewpoint of consciousness. Our local consciousness, or activity of the mind asks for what we need. It is our non-local consciousness, which could be termed God, Flow, Creator, Greater-Intelligence, or Source, whatever you want to call it then organizes the details and gives back to you. Becoming evident in the serendipitous events becoming the stepping stones throughout life’s course in manifesting.

The film was great for many reasons, but another that I will leave you with is a simple song:
do. be. do. be. doooo. Sing it with me… ~ ~ *”

[note to self #123]
do. patience.
be. patience.
do. trust.
be. trust.
do. love.
be. love.

do. (act.)
be. (receive.)

just do. be. and then see…
no need to bother oneself with any more equations.

…its definitely easier said than done.
Yet the magic of life is delightful.


* * *

In an intial proofreading I noticed a phrase in the second sentence of this post.
I *do be*lieve its true.
I love how the Universe is playing fun lil’ tricks all the time.
Isn’t it beautiful!


exists all around us
in beauty, in creation
in love, in death
in song, in dance.
a vibration is infinite.

or maybe its more like a propelled boomerang…
spinning in the air until it arrives from whence it came.
either way, mindfully giving that which we want for ourselves and our children is key.

none of this is new to you i’m sure.
i just want to pay homage to the beauty of the world.
the beauty that is the world.
the pain and joy that is love.
the gift that is music.
the song that is my heart and dance.
the beat of my chest and rise of my breath.
the smile that is your face.
the love that is my son.
the mountains.
the sea.
the depths of me…..

there is so much glory surrounding us that its easy to forget.
there are always two ways of looking upon any experience or person.
whatever we wish to see we have to look for.
i’m learning and practicing and repeating the two.

tell me,
what inspires you…..

We Have Come To Be Danced – Jewel Mathieson

We have come to be danced
Not the pretty dance
Not the pretty pretty, pick me, pick me dance
But the claw our way back into the belly
Of the sacred, sensual animal dance
The unhinged, unplugged, cat is out of its box dance
The holding the precious moment in the palms
Of our hands and feet dance

We have come to be danced
Not the jiffy bobby, shake your booty for him dance
But the wring the sadness from our skin dance
The blow the chip off our shoulder dance
The slap the apology from our posture dance

We have come to be danced
Not the monkeysee, monkey do dance
One, two dance like you
One two three, dance like me dance
But the grave robber, tomb stalker
Tearing scabs and scars open dance
the rub the rhythm raw against our souls dance

We have come to be danced
not the nice invisible, self conscious shuffle
But the matted hair flying, voodoo mama
Shaman shakin ancient bones dance
The strip us from our casings, and return our wings
Sharpen our claws and tongues dance
The shed dead cells and slip into
The luminous skin of love dance

We have come to be danced
Not the hold our breath and wallow in the shallow end of the floor dance
But the meeting of the trinity: the body, breath, & beat dance
The shout hallelujah from the top of our thighs dance
The mother may I?
Yes you may take 10 giant leaps dance
The olly olly oxen Free Free Free dance
The everyone can come to our heaven dance

We have come to be danced
Where the kingdoms collide
In the cathedral of the flesh to burn back into the light
To unravel, to play, to fly, to pray
To root in skin sanctuary
We have come to be danced