who am i?

I’m in the kitchen

Making love

I’m at the keyboard

Making love

I’m a thought

Making love

I’m a mother

Making love

I’m a woman,

A votive candle 

lit daily by the sun.

our love

the gift

croning woman
falls in love.

agape flowers
from beyond
within.

the expression
as outflow
is
as endless
as the unfathomable depth
of the inside
of the inside.

space laced

hell no longer breaks loose here

though heaven is blowing all asunder

leaving me feeling fully saturated 

by space

laced in loving.

hanging out

when i hang out with writers
i write
when i hang out with painters
i paint
when i hang out in the woods
i breathe with the trees
when i hang out with the masculine
my feminine deepens, gladly.

when i am alone
i seem to float
quiet or not
breathing
in and out
and gladly.

spirit nourishment

It is the silence in everything that feeds my spirit.
This silence has so many qualities and always the same quality of depth.

When a tree stands before me, feeding me with the spirit of branch and root, trunk and presence, the silence is the container for this nourishment.

When a spring flower opens before me, the delicacy of its spirit often belies its own fine rooted system of being grounded and nourished through the soil.

When my Friend looks into my eyes, all the ages are held in his gaze, feeding my spirit through his loving eyes.

Those who have read my words feed my spirit in their open response of hearing and reception.

My family feeds my spirit. In their blood knowing of me I am unconditionally being embraced.

published in wild woman rising

http://www.wildwomanrising.com/magazine/

the benefics

the Blessing Giver joined the Queen of Heaven
again
their visit caught the eye of many
who may not have been star gazers
till now.

two bright ones
the benefics
near and conjunct
for us all.

love and beauty expands
for now
and from now on.