Plum body

plum

blossom

realigning my water body.

with

the source

of blossoming

spring is ever possible

rhythms of becoming

travel through me

my plum body

blossoms

as the stars shine

as the beez hum

as the hay is cut.

easing into my nature

carrying the map within

of all the world's destinations.

Easing the heart

if these words were a song

would the melody lighten a heavy heart?

could the tune ease a lonely soul?

may they celebrate a faltering toddler

learning to trust 

body to ground 

as one,

with every new step.

Springing forth

    A destined waveform

reappears as the cistern

springing forth clear water

from our hearts

we've landed in this moment

and we'll spare nothing

to let it ring

loud and clear

a new frequency

visible and palpable

in the look of our bright eyes

it is safe

to return the favor.

#WritingRaw

Third Circle.

Star map

a star map in my belly

meridians of mystery

walking the motherland frequency.

Finding ground

my new job:

wake up

feed the birds

make tea or coffee

ponder

be inspired

don't even try to fit this into words

write

or paint

do whatever comes first.

love being 

such a mystery. 

.

this bit of writing reflects the settling that found ground.

Written while being sat

written while sittin'

there is no one who waits.

the one who waited 

never was

Nor was content to assent

to what is.

nothing more than this exists

it is

found

and humorous

kind

no argument for or against rises,

 the wave tosses the driftwood.

12.15.2014  on being encompassed by nothing more or less

From time to time I am rediscovering pieces of written breadcrumbs on the trail to this moment. 12.16.2020

Yogini

the winnowed grain
the pearl
the jewel from the quarry of many words:

feeling is my practice.
feeling is my way of devotion.
feeling riveted to the center.

for Her sake,
Shiva does not move.

for a yogini
everything
is a rose petal on the altar.