meganoke

certain foolery

2012-03-02T08:30:00.002-08:00

pulling further into the deep, superseding the limitations of yesterday, breaking open understanding and what is doubt. make fire, volcanic and molten, wave like thickened water and lucidity. star cross star paths star blooms and star rooms. pack surrounds and shows the alpha, grumbling through the boundary with a power heart, head to the ground and happily by the throat knowing the effectiveness inherent when protection and loyalty stand beside.

Ever there is the familiar and home and the absolute come about of peace by willing. and Then there is everything else. sands and creatures and smells and following the sky. the temptation of aloneness after devouring your fill. the temptation to not have to know what tomorrow is. expanse of trust only in the moments that lead to the coming about. credent reliance on a future is certain foolery. but the stands before can not mislead but with words. there is tempt and circumstance and there is a foresight that explains what intelligence is. the think ahead and its price of time. make fuel on the fumes of dreamless sleep. dreaming the come about as it is, not the maybes.

courage calls to change. asking for it. anticipating the need.

ideas of light. our only block our selves. our capability ready at the start waiting for the go ahead. make nothing, make space, make emptiness, make room and time and asking. magnetic and make happen. bring about and sing about.

cosmic momentum

2012-02-29T08:24:00.003-08:00

Today fly towards a feeling- it guides and fills with a lightness reserved for those of a magical propensity. Deep in the dawn of change- in the guts of transition- the inherent feeling is unknown and this follows with an aliveness unescapable. But why would I? When all that between my humanness is called forth such wildness. Ultimate marvel and awe struck step towards the capable of.

What is this you say that keeps our limitations tied to thoughts? What great fall will that be when you will face death and smile like a friend and embrace The Great change with the same intensity in which your life fills this day? Why would you greet the last moment in this form any different than all the rest of your days?

In that moment the eyes and heart will reveal completely. But what if death is not separate from any moment and her happy eyes are always looking to show that recognition that you understand all that she gives- both in her withdraw and in her wait. What guarantees the next moment?

Still we hope that the day will come and go in a way that we have called forth- and that we will enter the mystery and discover our rightness- why else would we stay? How can that change everyday? Why, it is ever ending the unbound and endless sight watchers. ever ending availability.

OH Pain, this thing we lament when it fills our forms. Gather her up and find her. it is here and then there that requires simplicity to become. There is the weight of thoughts and the space of the core. And beyond that is the step aside a million times out. and the changes that follow perspective. understanding that can only be acquired through time and space. and also the return of the throne of the queen of hearts and her commander.

Power gather in the follow of a cosmic momentum. The cosmos deliciously pumping that heart and calling the wind to follow your breath. Breath filled thinkers carry the thoughts into the make happen way of it- finding their place to land- locking into this realm like a key. And there unfolds the doorway that allows everything and the everything and the everything- the cause is here, our agency unbound and allowed.

Aliveness like longing. Giving heart we expose days and memories and choices- the risk that the key will not have found its unfolding. Passionate questions for fire filled lifers. The enviable burn to be expected. The sacrifice into that fire that ensures and qualifies for balance.

Balanced passion? Stillness? Passionately still? What aliveness sprouts forth there? What heart, do you feel, in this move toward destiny? Hear the change when it has found its starry path. Every rhythm we each our own. There is a stop enough and a feel it. A hear it. The beat change with the come and go of this and that. The song of it. Imprinting the invisible, morse code- every beat sending out and beckoning the ask for.

outside sight has given you your wings

2012-02-17T14:19:00.001-08:00

when we are faced with manipulation we must be willing to cast out the forces that would keep us believing we need to be saved. our long days and silent nights can be infused with that of our choosing. and great fear breathing on your face, looking for the sweat, looking for the doorway and the way to fill your eyes with its morbid magnets to your deep down and dark revealings. what do we give over in heartbreak? what do we become when it is all taken away? and when you look up from your naked and battered knees will you know the light of their eyes? will you have known it? how many disappointments create your cynicism? what protection is your lack of care or trying to at least? how many does it take to make trust unwelcome? and how many days will it take to see the humanness and not fear it. to see the challenges that will form them down the line. we are always offered a choice and a choice and a choice. your pain is your offering not your crutch- for in it is the depth and weight to know the way out, take my hand this way. in the dark down ways of humility i see the days already of your teachings, how your outside sight has given you your wings. would i pay the price of this pain if i knew that it would birth the way to offer a how and way to transform every manipulation into a an opportunity to release the bonds?

i will fight and i will rage and you may not like my tone or look that way. but my fire is born of necessity, for survival, to endure, for to become. i did not foresee that this is what life would be, the darkness of the mind, the workings that would come from the lack of knowing your song, your name, your why. i invite you out, all you workings that would weave through my soul, i invite you out into the light of the night, like the womb before the emergence that begins the race. you don't need to be saved from your self, but wearily tread and lightly. i am ever in the heart to find the conquering way out, to see the offering and not fear the blessings that mold us.

life will form us as we ask. calling out my warrior fire again out of necessity. i don't ever want the battle, but i can see how it creates me in the ways i truly long to become.

the door

2012-02-10T07:22:00.001-08:00

Night of nothingness- dawning into life. Greatness and simple joy is the mystery of these days that come about. Set the stage, but free will and destiny have their own masters. Many are the variables, how do we know the asking of an idea and how do we not? Breathe bright star into a world of your choosing.

In the abandon of the confinements of convention walk towards your dawn. your choices are your own. Your thoughts untouchable. the binding in our memories and our hope fors.
The days I choose await me into being. The payment of time to bring all that is so. The cost of totality. The debt in the temptation of forgetfulness of your heritage. To the dangerous path that calls to you, and the increase of life you seek by these waters. Repeat your push to rightness and the call to naturalness. On rages the battle between the confines of our ideas and reality itself. Truth but what can't be anything other.

Time gives you choice. Ask the asking and watch the watching. What calls to the others at the recognition of the workings is the wake here and secret smiles, despite the dangers, despite the wiles.

Look to find. Sweetness beckons, pulls, pours through. all that is necessary at the thought of this other. How do you turn away? How do you refuse? experience for nothingness is the temptation. Pulled the pushed. pushes to drive. moves this day to accomplish. Who will choose who you are but you? Who will do the bring about of sweetness and patience and force of will, care, and the turn around? Who- but the you- will ask for the necessary? Climb that ladder, releasing thoughts into deliberate liberation.

Watch the watcher, its free to see and to be. Here we are into tomorrow. Here is the door I give you. Found in the future that place, where I will, where I open, where I find my eyes through yourself and it gives my life to you. Happiness our capability. Push me into myself and I am the only one who must show their strength. My weaknesses reveal the entire world of where we are ever so human.Our gift of understanding, our endless foulableness. Great treasure gives others time without shame. This time precious and of great worth. And so I look to find your eyes and give you the know way that even mistakes are beautiful.

ask

2012-02-01T22:50:00.001-08:00

Our thoughts our own. The unfolds before us law all involved in thoughts, their bring about and the time we trade. Time in all its preciousness - a rush of movement- unstoppable- but the quality and the sameness an ever ending texture and light. If you choose it, look to see it, you will find it friendly. This friend unfurls and the possibilities become with out end or limitation and revealing its nature through self evidence by an idea of what time is but by seeing it and knowing it- because you see it. The more you give the more you have. in time and through it.

Do you know the what of your wanting? there are doorways and there is asking. Ask in a way that is through and though you are seeing it as it is- the details frozen and pulling you in, the kind of light, the length of shadows, the sense of the inner workings, creating the rip tide come this way of it, see it, will it, become it. pull from the threads of that not known ending of space, where everything becomes itself. pull together a fabric that is the seed of your needs. Be warned and told about, responsibility is the weight that will ground you to dance a life in this way. As you breath it, it wills, becomes, placed on one of the roadways of time. Certainty must- but how can one be? but to see through time, see it's ever folding on top of itself lack of separation of past and future round and round the spiral goes. what moves you to crave that choice? The Answers can't be spoken, so I ask and I look. There are consequences that you will not foresee. Remember in your greatest pain that time is your kin and that you are capable to will change through the difficult door that is allowing it to be alive in you and gives it the gate to leave.

It is all blindness when put aside- for when it gets to leave it can not. bound in the dark unwillingness. our form and expressions a signal of the not right that stays and hinders the allow of the next moment new- internal balance not recognized and brought to the door of this illuminated invisible way of it all, we all know it and call it by name yet there is no reveal of it but within the boundary of our busy clouded and watery minds- take me understanding through my core and into the eyes behind the ones that bring the endless light in. for the attention lost in yesterday the physical expression will at last resort make its presence known and demand it grand and glorious exit by death or transformation of habitual lack of dreams and fire building. But who decides what color your sky will be? Who determines what you will see in the space between?

Your limits not yet known.

But you must choose it. You must remember it on your own. You must crave it and experience it to know and be one that walks like a King of Hearts, like one that holds the heat and light of the star we call our sun within the caged and pulsing core. this light,These Stars, projecting out in every direction and position us according to out heritage into manifestation unfolding upon itself. And in that, everything is possible.

i know that you know

2012-01-25T18:56:00.000-08:00

warrior come out. mystic come find me. lightening ring out and light my world. grab my core and question my perceived deservings. you take your doings and your silence and wonder why I didn't look to see beyond the veil. emotional tide, must i tame you to ride you? what is this aliveness that crackles through the natural world at the arrival of our eyes. give more than you have and save your self from your fears. drink me in like you know i want it, can you cure this hunger with your own? can you cure me of my limitations by saying your here this way pass star sister? teach me wild one, blow through my mind and release my blindness, hack away my hesitation with your realness and endearing power. i would to enfold in to your dark spaces, that the hurtle of your pull would fill it up with the release of the past and the color of the dark and stormy sky reflecting through the river of our come about. if you ask for the again of the when we ride away together there will be the space for you. time come and make the room necessary. courage expand my habit of time into the past, remember and so forth, each sun shine sun set does not determine the everything, but one little grain of sand it is, whats important in the watery all of endless existence- we can not arrive nor achieve a place that assures our love, but there are choices and they are all that need be said, they are all that need be truthful of. and the days you wrap round your starlight into my yet made path are the days i need not a tomorrow, endure and engulf, supersede and find the reward is and of itself.

for all that is asked, i assume the return. for all that can be required in your not asking. may i obtain the necessary selfishness required to obtain and fuel the make happen of our inner workings? where did i figure that to cripple quiet my voice meant i would still be heard, all is said through the spine that can not be spoken through clenched fingers and teeth. stand where you are and be done with it. creation claim and direct your yes that way.

under a spell and in-between who i once was and what becomes me. tame and lose the fire, encircle burns brighter, engulf swallow up and drink away, darling- i am from that other place. you know that i know and i know that you know and every day that follows is one unbound and natural. feed connectivity with preciousness of peeling way and handing over. despite the endless failings and despite the proof of other wise and despite the darkness that can not exist but be the tail of light, i see you walk this way and see you spin your visions and reign your self import. to this i honor and build my own fire that says light that kind of way.

movin round here and there,i carry my world, ocean of naturalness swimming through my vision. or release it and my day and day walk this way think this way want a breathe in to my world this way is to find and create. we must differentiate and empower the difference of the need for an other and all that this work will distract us from our actuality- conserve your givings for the time of eye to eye rather than in the spinnings of the nothings. we must know the whys of our hearts to stand unmovable and fiercely in the cry of what we would have be.

stand tall here then, truthfully, free. come forth and show your feathers, your flock, your flame. i question not at the self evidence before me. naivety and callousness loud in yesterday. i let fall away my knowing to be more. all that i look for to be given i must offer first, what can be seen that is not yet alive in my very knowing? you know that the far off day will not come, there is no arrival, there is no tomorrow always coming- fill your shoes with it, overflow your pockets, stuff your cheeks and dreams with it.

weight of the spin

2012-01-18T06:21:00.000-08:00

We can be more than we have been. We can recognize the coming of the poison. We can take the power of an untrue as we see it for what it is. Attention seeking the coming of it, ready to build heavy and turn round the cycle. Star drivers announcing the ever-impending apocolypse with thier eyes on the death time unknown feeling. Make small and inconsequential the path of the blinded and when it becomes you reach round your anchor into the hearts that you trust. I am inspired by stillness and following the weight of the spin as nature ever rolls ontop of itself. Everything grows. Everything dies. Everything grows. Everything dies. This day must be it. This time we run through and fly about and be nowhere else. This time we take not that box of nooses round in our head- creating a nothing with a that. And ever so sweetly you will pass the test with your nothingness. Ever you will force me to find my happen stance flight and insist on my deservings. But bring round your arm and pull me across the defiance of our natural laws as the spin pulls away and collides our breath interdependently.

spin spin spin

2012-01-16T21:48:00.001-08:00

There is much to be revealed in our humanness when we wish to protect- when we encounter harm and instinctively enrage to protect our young. What is this agreement we make when we give from our very flesh for another to arrive, to experience? What is this sacrifice of the flesh that bonds us to another? What starlight do we call upon when we open the door for another to enter? Where does the contract come from? What awakens us to find the other to which we will multiply and give again a form within which to experience this time space planet life, this earth, this place we call mother- is earth the womb of the universe- the universe in the womb of another universe- this universe in the womb of another and so on forever? How could it be anything other when the natural world expresses itself in universes within universes, is it not everywhere?

How can you deny that you see starlight in a flower? How is the smallest broken atom split and split and split into a nothingness that doesn't end- does that not sound exactly as we would describe space on the outer reaches of our known world? How can that be the same?

How do we contain the rhythmic cause in our very chest? This beat that pulses the spin of all that is- why does it spin? Why does it cycle? Why spin and be round? What do we spin within? Our souls within our form? Our forms within a sphere chased by a spinning moon- her face not one day the same? Round a star we spin while spinning and surrounded by spinning orbs and spinning stars all spinning round a brightly spinning star- her flares dancing through space- unable to contain her fire- spinning, burning, pulling planets into her spin- all life on this planet counting time by her brilliant light. The plants bending to her allowance of warmth- her light calling out. Open your eyes! Become.

And there are those that see and bow to her blinding light- her illuminating unforgiving stare- who stands and drinks her in? Who is that would turn away and forget?

The spin in another's arms- the joy that comes when starlight move together cycling balancing then cellularly- invisible song spins them in the rhythmic call of mathematics of sound- euphoria sets in as we cycle with the sound- the uni-verse.

So, stars spinning together gathering together to spin together. Universe spins within a universe- planets and stars and moons spinning within a universe- planets spinning around a spinning star encircled in its spinning moons surrounded by spinning stars spinning throughout the universe- we spin about in our day and night, spinning our forms through space while spinning with other stars - our own star spinning within our form with endless amounts of spinning cells and atoms that pull themselves from the endless nothing that contains all that is.

What are you spinning?

What can awareness of the spin change about how you see the nature of existence? What does feeling the spin change about how you will experience the naturalness of the universe? What channels of communication open up with the natural world when you become aware of the natural movement of all that is? What power do you encompass when your awareness regularly comprehends the endlessness of the natural manifest world? But what if it does have an end? What if somewhere it stops? What does that mean? How can time be a choice? How do we pull upon the fabric of time as if we were gravity itself?

And why would we do that? What reasons arise that we would give one need to choose the speed of time? Time bending is not for the forgetful heart- for it requires the price of time itself. What do we have in the way of agency that is not bound to time? What did we pay in order to receive a gift such as time? What starlight do we give in exchange for a doorway into this world? What do we pay that keeps death at bay?

How are we responsible for the day of our death? How are we responsible for each day that continues? What is the significance of life that many times around the sun did bring or but just a few? Are we owed a great many days? -an acceptable number of years? When did we choose a lifespan?

What is it that we believe about reality or our capabilities when it is determined by the social norm? Why would we give such a precious thing as your life force to an idea created collectively and unconsciously? Who benefits from this?

What law allows us to change and determine the shape and vitality of our forms? What benefit is there to this freedom? Which is more natural?

Watching clouds. Laying in grass. Smiling. What more do you need? What magic do you generate in your core by encompassing the beauty of naturalness by trading your awareness time in exchange for it to enter through very opened and focused eyes? Do you hear the Yes to your needs finding you? It is her every breath if you but open your eyes and turn your thoughts to her beauty? It is simpleness itself. Look. Find. Freedom.

There is much that can not be controlled because it is not a singular universe- and all that is ours is our thoughts. There is no capturing of that great fire but what we give to those that would even ask. If you want to be free, you must remember- you must put it in the forefront of your conversation with the invisible.

Asking for what you pull towards you through the spin of the earth- if your hands are not on the reigns of your reality- than whose are? How can you know but to watch? Look, listen~ Time always reveals truth- it is simple. Nothing to do but everything to see- each movement a choice made in the space of the free.

force me to require

2012-01-08T08:36:00.001-08:00

i miss take. under a heavy blanket, broken knowings bow my head and keeps me in the ground. i often don't know what really is this unruly standard of appopriate. there is offended and felt wronged but the one imposing wanted only to be savior. there is this repetitive effort to convince that love can coexist from one that would break you and give what isn't asked for. there is the time that feels when an over power occurs. nothing means anything that can have only one answer. which way will your head tilt when it bows in the divulgence of feeding the monsters of the heart? what triumph and trumpet blows when you have the courage to pull the sword out of your own stone? and who sees and knows you will take it?

we are living in a time of truth and consequence. we might not see that great storm and disintegrate. we may not know the fall of the empire all though we know it will come from within. the very walls crumbling themselves not because they don't want to be a place of power but because they would rather release. our greatest enemy knows us best because it is not separate. used to be everything i thought i knew was underneath the surface but then it grew, shouting in my face it is clear to me, everything i knew was alive in me. and it's alright, that not everything was light, and it's alright that i didn't always listen to my sight. and then I'm standing here, and its up to me, to look eye to eye and find in you a free. but then instead of map you turn out the light and force me to require insight.

head down eyes forward, feet moving the earth round and round. i am faced with a burn that wakes me up with why's. i must rage and rage i must. ashes ashes ashes dust. sorrow can we avoid you or rather greet you as our first friend, you there arms open at our first cry removed from the dark warm womb. if i would that i could i'd give you my thankful heart, and in your feeding i grow strength. come along down we go to the shore, to have the sun shine that way and let the breath of that great vastness blow our hair into our faces. wither i am there or here or beside the stars i know how to bring you there and to sing to your star.

what delicate must we make our choices if ever we are to reign in such a wildness? did i know and see in you that you were that warrior of the other worlds? what bright light does my soul enflame at the recognition of you star kin? with your evading distance and strong hold on those walls and boundaries of what we time and again have fallen to. i find you given me my time, handing it by the handfuls, but thats not the why of my empty and out stretched hands. i make my destiny and impatiently know of its coming. in the distance you evade i make time for breakfast. and i see it. harness and reign in with your nothingness, the eyes will search, the hands grasp, the core swirl, and take off toward ideas with a quickness. but i see what wave you are commanding, i see your break of worlds to ensure your freedom and the natural light of day. i will only go where i can not but help myself -filling my mouth and mind with the smoke and flower of my burn bright.

distance evades

2012-01-06T06:30:00.001-08:00

The morning sky filled pink and golden light, tricking the clouds into malleableness. I would that I could pick them from the sky and swallow them with a smile. I want to be found a fortunate soul, that in each day I could hear the far off voice sing. Even if this day were the last I would confidently rest in the breath that carries what I see when I recognize the quality of light that you have thus far brought into my world. make that taunt to the natural laws even half a world apart brimming with our care and our choices.

What realness is there to our thoughts? How far do they reach and intertwine our breath? What distance evades us when we bring someone into our inner realms and give way our time to the effort of it? What can be seen when what is unfolds around us and finds us at our core and shakes us into remembering? When does your contentment become creation and drawn towards you is only the face of your longing and your knowing? How then do we let our watching swim between our time and our space as it feeds us with the cry of our inescapable fortune. I would that I could give days that feel like rolling in a blanket of clouds on a sun shine filled way.

There are things that pull me and ask my eyes for their light and to drink them in. There is a call like a whisper that passes through and grabs my eyes and and my heart. The way unfolds before me like a child that offers a flower on their own thought. I step carefully into reckless abandon as my heart wants nothing more than to give of its inexhaustible endlessness. I have yet to see the end of this road feeling some times as though I have awoken into a black hole of delight.

Would the gods not be ever so pleased to find us as masters of our nothingness? Where we wield this space into our everything. Crudely we move along without sense of the depth of the ripple that comes from the core of a star guided soul. Do you know I will not look away? Do you understand even the shadow of the design? All I can return to is the remembering and recognition of the honor and fight of your time and your realness.

torrents

2012-01-03T06:43:00.001-08:00

What is stopping you from releasing others from the bonds of your mind? Where can you find true connection and not cross the line of definition? What do you give someone when you allow them to be as they would, hiding nothing? What do you give your self when you look into the eyes of failing and let it move you on? The dearest heart breaks into a million pieces as understanding carries the shards into the hands of the kindest eyes.

Overwhelmed with the fullness of this life. Beauty is everywhere. I feels the watchful eyes of the invisible. I can sense the forces at work when my tears fall. I recognize what infinitely provides all that I need. My waters in a torrent. I demand that no one bind me with their ideas. When we have been told of our heritage then we can become the sky that stretches beyond the farthest star.

The fear creeps in. This is the battle some are told. But rather than a fight I urge you to look in the eye this thing that drains your will and pull it closer to your vision so that you might slip the harness around and ever wield its power into one of your choosing.

The heart is not complicated, but the mind would spin you into the ground to keep you feeing its momentum. Not in a malicious way but because it is its nature. This hunger is a force. This force is yours. There is so much available to us in the ways of the natural world. How do we befriend and wield these forces making them for the creation of balance and beauty?

When you call out into the darkness with your deep song of knowing then the heads of angels will turn and smile at your great courage.

What more will you see with your eyes open? What stillness is required in order to watch? What doorway do we access into the garden of light with our asking? If we do not command our breath than the torrents of the fullness will pull you here and there. If you do not look for beauty you will miss it. There are patterns in all that is that encode in you your power and your ability. The codes are found in every part of the natural world, sitting on a porch of a summer day, waiting for the return of the light of your eyes. The question being asked is 'what do you want?' but difficult is the road of choosing when everything is offered. Specific and clear must be our guide, full aware of the consequences.

reverberations

2012-01-03T06:32:00.001-08:00

Buckle your seatbelt. Take that hand that reaches towards endlessness. What's this you are giving? You can only meet each other as far as you both agree. I'll tell you where you can find it. But search you must. Ever reaching out asking the question. And you will know. Before a word is said. Before your hands touch. If you are both reaching out with the same light the key turns. Then opens the door to the garden of light.

Then what must you do but embrace as the world falls down. And fall into the spin with your heart moving ever forward with intention. Your balance is found and felt when you are both extending toward each other with equal intensity. Music pulling the strings with a heartbeat. Will you choose it?

Will you hear the cry of chaos at your coat tails of the one with a wild heart? What does it mean for your stance into space to swirl? What follows you and intensifies when you coward away? Why is this so? What did you ask for? Did you call to truth? In her simplicity, is she mother? Lover? Dear dear friend? What will she show you to ensure freedom if you but have the courage to remember? How fortunate you are? Utter perfection, provided before you the way and the ability.

What fortune is greater than the kindness of those that hand you their truth over breakfast? How fortunate is the stream of endless giving that surrounds you like the wind? What do we command in this wind with our very breath? Such beauty is there none, that is like yours. If only you could see yourself as the angels do with the clarity of infinity. Astounding, really.

When you breathe in the natural world it can't help but become you. When you weave into your fabric light and darkness itself. What shadow does not define its sun? What depth is given with the measurement of our darkness and how we wield it. How do we harness this unknown and bring forth our endless fortune? How do we bring from nothing the manifestation of heritage and destiny?

How do you ensnare with a golden light that stretches beyond the eagles sight and surrounds your path with warmth and unfolding mystery? What can be said of these doings? There is no material exchange for what is happening when the delight responds. Let sun light become your words when thoughts are foreseen. What can be said that does not instantly become a lie when we try to explain ours or an others power? What needs to be said when our actions are so defining and with out mistake of their ripple? And with kindness the natural world responds.

What do you give to those whom cross your path when sunlight pores out of you because there is so much you can not hold it? What is this silent dance with the invisible that allows your eyes to see your creation? What in turn does not have its other side of greatness? What is the downside to greatness? Is this inherent, this opposite always?

Oh the surprise that will follow when the warmth of your star blinds them with your intense borders? What rage is all powerful that prevents the world around from intruding into a land that you did not invite? How can you do nothing but exude your heat in order to express your boundaries? There is no mistaking this communication that is beyond thought, for what can argue with that which is not there?

Consequently you will magnetize the eyes for those that need and look for such passion. Hearts with powerful creative wills will mirror your own drive of the dragon. There are those that would see the size of your doorway and that will want to stand in the closest regions of your rainfall. The naturalness alive in you. How do you drink in that Way?

How do we unseparate ourselves from that which is creation and destruction itself? How do we make room in our thoughts for the natural world to become us? How do we make the space within us for the endlessness of space and the universes that surround ours? How is the assimilation of this existence free us from space where it all unfolds upon itself? What is love? What is love? What is love? If we do not ask we will not be shown.

Movement causes us to show our care? What word can say what we do with our hands and with our eyes? Your want is nothing. When nothing is wanted than everything is available. When nothing fills you then you have the room and are able to bring in? But without the nothing you will swim in a sea of darkness on the tides of those that are free. River song follows your words when you sing to the hearts of all the worlds. The sound following you as you step. Movement your very breath. Your very glance bending time. The swirl becomes from the reverberations of your heart beat.

aliveness craving actuality

2012-01-01T13:13:00.000-08:00

whats one gotta do, how does the need asking sound, first the need then the release, what won't be engulfed when you light fire in your eyes? grace doesn't try to please itself. life doesn't become what we don't create. and come what may grove of green light, whispering of all the riches that will deceive your happiness when all along it was in your pocket, this light that comes this dark long night, this face of songs rolling out the story with secret wishes of failure that bring that flight, start again it never ends it -walking to our natural visions of our making and our longing. take me in then disappear. i am here. i am here. what more can you give, what purer mind than to understand?

there is a weight and a swirl when you are near. there is a wait and a curl if you listen and hear. what are we waiting for burn brighters, i see that torch of aliveness craving actuality. what are we doing when time fills and falls into the crevices of the mind rather than into our hands and arms that say here, take this, part of me is yours now. how can i know what the next revealing will bring when disappointed and wrong wrong wrong have i found myself so very many times. what is this place beyond thinking where you ride the wave of your choosing? what is that way you stand that tells the doorways that you are a listener? and there are those lies that cover our sight and what we thought was becomes a something else and what wasn't was all that you could see. what is not able if we but choose it. what fears know the conquering shadow of our free will? it is our craving and our look for. it is our way out of bondage and defeat. and some do not look but would rather succumb to survival and needs. can he see the fear in my eyes without knowing what demons i have sat with for tea? can we greet and make good that every role has its part. there is what can be tasted with the eyes and hands and everything else, and there is what can be devised. the two in an endless battle. i can not run towards what i do not understand. although all carrots and rewards are just that- in particular and random. what seduction is solidarity? what binds us when the moon comes over this way. her blood on our hands and coursing through our veins the starlight that makes us so. i can not explain that pull that brings our paths in a cross again, i have no answers that will cure the wonder of it. i fight and run away because i have been failed. where self preservation is necessary it transcends selfishness. where shining is a requirement or become the down and trodden than what do we become but strong and warriors of the soul and its endless worlds.

time

2011-12-25T21:13:00.001-08:00

There is nothing like watching the light change across the day. The wind uproars and becomes the in between. What orbs of light are these windows? What pattern reveals its nature? The measure of reaching a good life is inherent in our time and quality. What makes it so that you may watch the clouds tumble through the sky? What greater beauty than to know the changes in the fauna around you? What fortune is it to experience season and watch the change always happening? What wonder and richness does this fill our memories and our quality? What naturalness within you will others thus be unable to turn from? -and who are they that would?

How do we take the risk to wait it out? How do we dare spend our time hoping for our opportunity to arrive when it might never, nor there be a reciprocal creation. How do we understand the love that asks for nothingness? How do we embrace this paradox? How do we root ourselves to what is real and alive and stand on that? There is no uncertainty with what is. Lying cannot touch it. Deception has no words that are louder. Blindness is contradicted. What is the acceptable amount of truth you are willing to be seen?

Remember this, we are ever so transparent-others see us as we are before they see who we think we are. The natural world sees you as you are when you think no one looks here this way. The stars designed your very thoughts that would lean this or that and so have no need to even look. What preciousness of soul and time will you waste upon in even the attempt to be seen-blinded to know that this is all you are? We feel that we walk alone and that we need to take communion with our brothers and sisters. That we need find a completeness that looks for us. That we need find the arrival of our other. What have we forgotten when we look?

What story were we sold in order to eat our time? What story will they sell to our awakened hearts about obtaining a gift from the God himself? What prize will seduce us into what would over look this day? Is this it? Will you have this chance again? Is today the last? To what then would you hand your time to?

Wind passes again softly through-hinting that the breath itself is here. What creations cause is this movement? Does not their cause make by the movement of those on high wings? What swoop does their breath create as they alight into your world to witness your beauty? How can we call the eyes to look this way? How can we command their protection?

Do you notice the range of green even just in the grass? The darkest green almost black, the lightest almost white and then everywhere in between. What pattern does this darkness and light create for the layout of your destiny? What does simple awareness-looking-change in your ability? To ask and communicate? To lighten up your way? What design will you become when your time is given to this sight? What in nature is not patterns and thus numbers? How much of our life is defined by numbers? Which has more creative expidentiality? Which do we give our power to without question? How do we give power to the natural world in exchange for the way to magnetize to the gravity of our wills?

What is required but time and open eyes? What is this wave that passes? What moves it and changes its length? What requires time for enough forgetting and understanding to remove pain? What weight is required by the repetitive use of time? What movement is will? What does not adhere to time and laugh for it instead?

return

2011-12-23T09:51:00.001-08:00

return

And then the return.

We take our spin into equalness. What can I say- what can be said about the unanswerables? I know not what death brings nor why nor when- but I do know that to see her everywhere will fill your quality of life with preciousness. When you sit in the heart of the deathtime unknown your needs are nothingness. I know not when, the why or to what we are destined- but I do know things can not be anything but what they are- and in a time space planet where backwardness is required in the face of naturalness- when you release desire it moves toward you. But you can not release it for this cause. Its not that the higher consciousness can judge your soul but energetics follow the laws of angels. And the demons wait for your transformative gaze. Where do we put our attention? Every moment we see ourselves through angels eyes we enter the realms themselves. How do we remember? What travels through the alchemy of change in the natural world?

How do we allow time to reveal around us all of our asking? What quality patience fills the nothingness with everything? What is the kind kind we ask for? What destruction will befall your good intentions when you seek to will another to your mind game of delight? How do we allow freedom to all in our path? What heat is anger? What does it signal that to you is wrongness? What confusion of the unknown chase of time ignites your anger? Swirling you into the land of forgetting. Pull then with the stomp your heart beat creates to the naturalness and aliveness of what is. What tempts you and sells you away from what is? What seduces you into manipulation? What do you require beyond your own thinking to validate what is?

What listens to the listening heart? What becomes of a watcher of a watcher? What is a voice but the song of connection? Sometimes my own imperfections fill my eyes deducing humility. Sometimes fame pretends to be pretty. Sometimes we know everything about all that is nothing and nothing about what is everything. Sometimes self interest creates the pain of what takes- but infinitely you are free. No Matter what gun they hold to your head or at the heads of those you most care for- still you are free and able to dig upon the courage that has become you in your day to day recognition of the natural world. Where will your fight be when you are violently asked how much you want to stay? Why do we fight for it?

The light changes across the sky, the spin of the stars, the circle of the moon, the ever ending tide, the shower of stardust from a little laugh. The rhythm two hearts together make. The aliveness of our mother. The warmth of our great star. What else could I tell you but to become your own kind of happiness? What needs be said in the essence that is your run through this heaven to a day that is here and that is yours.

grab the ones

2011-12-17T21:10:00.001-08:00

I'll be taken the simple way, I wanna give it away, make way and way make. Go head now, go on, walk with wolves for what it is and grab your shadow and grab your stars and grab the ones that excite you and inspire. motivation. I wanna rock it like it's at my fingertips, I wanna bring it like it's the death of me. Do you not recognize this delight that you would allow it to be put there aside? I didn't recall that in the book. I remember the weight of remembering though, how it is flight and a movement that coarses through you as you walk the world round. I'm listenen in the space between the words you say, I'ma watchn the way you handle the sun. I can not cage my dreams nor control which day is last or lost to the demons that would eat my yesterday then cover my eyes- the fuel of my will- and tell me what is so. But I know I am bright and I know I am strong and I know I will conquer what would keep me from raging this fire, sunrise onto the day what I will bring toward and call about. Breathe about that way, breathe about actions revealing soul in deafening silence. What will you hear when you open the door? What will you hear when the nothings in the air? Here come have and take. Fill your mind and your time with it and the heart beats on lika rhythmic storm.

waste not want not

2011-12-13T22:41:00.001-08:00

Ima workin and a workin day in and day out. Remembering the preciousness, seeing the end of it all and fleeting rushing flying to just be here with you. I will overcome and conquer with my walk towards it. Lika cat with nine lives my curiosity gets the best of me. The dark night calling out and making her room given way for the prowl of it. Oh what's that? You know what I mean? You who hears with your eyes and tricks the day into being. You think the breeze that comes just now is not filled with my wonder? You think I did not call and beckon to my tender wishes? You say shine then turn your eyes away. You, just another, just another. How do we woo our treasures when we doubt the sunrise? The train passes, the fog rolls through town, there is rhythm and a earthtime roll that keeps these ones connected, like a web of delightful secrets shared between kin. Lighting fires for each other whispering to thier heart -begin. These ones they sit in rain and smile these ones they find the beauty and run with it. Waste not want not so it goes for time and love and the secret to always enough. Fill your form with your choosing. Walk with your spine defining you are here. Golden leaves make thier way to his head. You see what you've done, you've won. This walk way is not free of exchange, what you must make real requires courage where words put to death what's there before time remembers itself. These days these days these days bring me that of my asking by the tumble of your trickery, make way coincidence and just so happens, the course is set sail for the awesome. Magnificent, make it so.

precious and already gone

2011-12-10T20:41:00.001-08:00

Every bat of the eye followed by a twist of the gut, every perceived trait inherent and inherited from the everything. All coins leading to the inevitable same road. Bird cry bird song. Bitter sweet taste of death consciousness makes it all so deliciously precious and already gone. I am like a spire for the swirl of my endlessness. I am like the spawn of the big bang. Starlight falls from my pockets as I dance across the sky because I will it so. I say yes to you when I can not say no. When my insides remember. Deep space and ongoing corridors that end in the opening, I say yes. Listen well and let the day unfold as it will in the sunny cradle of your closed eyes and your seat of power.
Our humaness created in such generosity, predestined and foul-able already designed to give leeway for our blindness. Always I am wondering how the blindness might not be the cause but the result of looking for answers. Any that look can see that there are none and arriving is utter insanity. Anyone that looks can see. Our capability searching us out like the cold draft of a cozy room looking for the tender exposure that will make the message clear. Our constant want to wake and rise and be willing. Our inescapable delight as we deliver the outreaches of our being for others to look upon and taste what it becomes when fulfillment is. Take me clearly where there is not care. Take me thrill me show me the underside of safety when we fear the nothing and everything is here. I can not give you the guarantee of the next time I will look past the darkest part of your eyes and I can not say that the door will open again.

Burn Bright

2011-12-07T08:46:00.001-08:00

We want and we wait. Walking towards pain with amnesiac glee. What as agents of the free must we do to ensure the actuality of things? What lament and moan is the mind so full of words and wonders that the truth be drown out and put aside? I don't need to know what is not. I don't need a promise of tomorrow but I will take your mountains of doings that say you wish to be a stander and a rememberer. I don't need your yesterdays and tomorrows to define what you see in me, but if we dance I would be looking to know if you gave your everything to all there is and that only is. I don't need your words born of concept but to know the aching of your moment and what guides your feet to point in my direction. Can we dare each other into truth? Can we race each other to remember the ways not bound by what isn't? Can we rough and tumble till dawn threatens the end of us as we swim round the many wonders of what brings us to delight?I will claim my heritage. I will burn bright through my blood. Tempt and tail chase my blindness into that which I know defeats and can be. I can not know what I will give that you do not ask for. I do not know what time you will demand in the ways i like. and I can not I will not continue to break my tomorrow over my own head.

riot order

2011-12-07T08:26:00.000-08:00

Rage rolls on coming onover and movin stuff around. My silence is defeated when expression demands. I don't have the map or a compass for this limitless land. What drives us to open doors and then walk away? What song do we sing silently that screams in everyones ears? What coldness might that boundry seem but in a world of polarity the cage gives wings and all other sucha nonsense. What right do I have to demand your time? What do you speak when you stay away? My lion roars when wounded, a clear sign that stop and look is in order. Is said too much really a death order or come on now speak up always the riot order? What strength do we show when we cut open our chest and it's inner workings to the light of day? I will conquer the mind with the light of my eyes. I will conquer the great tide and cosmic swell that sings of the nothingness and the inconsequential weight of my roll of thoughts. I will ride up to the crest of it by the power of my swift run and sparkliy smile. I demand I maka nothing of the something wanting to make me.

what of our

2011-11-12T23:15:00.000-08:00

what of our weaknesses are not such beautiful things forgiveness, trust, understanding? what weaknesses can be our greatest strength our rage our fire our fear our servant as not our great protector but the essential messenger that sings wait, open your eyes. How many times must that voice of naturalness call you through the trees movement and the changing color sky? we know of cycles. we know what comes when the peg we place set motion in the world round. we know a pieced together history and what comes to the mighty and the blind. We know when we stand within our feet and choose the go we know the what of it. My wings break with definition. My heart breaks when you choose guilt over acceptance. We can buy time through the fulfillment of our bodies. i see the mind cycles. i see the culture that creates what is rightness. I see the days of knowing, the years of defining a boundary that never ceases, a game of no end that is in the labyrinth encased in a hard and bony skull. Forever it goes beyond our greatest idea of great. there is that weight that surrounds like water and the thick of it- the weight of duality and the battle of it. I will pick my soul up with my will and inside the spark that makes me so- awaken to all that can be when i empty my pockets and my care and stop right there. Rage on little star. Keep it moving.
What gain is there not to direct our wage as a warrior to protect our place in your thoughts that ensure it is filled with your naturalness and free of the tempters that would take your charge and tell you it was only so. Well, i'm not listening but to the nothing and that which takes me to aliveness and towards a destiny of the listeners of the wind river. I'll be a happener and take the walk that makes it so. And for you, i have no answers that encase a capture of enrapture unless its of this day

open your windows

2011-09-05T18:45:00.000-07:00

open your window. show your hands. Let the light in your eyes let you see. Our favorite sounds the bass sounds of a rumbling sky and moving earth move us towards the crumbling that inspires creation. How do I lure you to your naturalness and free you of your pretty books you carry?
How does the retreat of the watchful ones pull you over this way not just today? How does the weaver not forget to wait? How does the trickster ever follow my trail? i will take a million beats of my heart near yours over all the treasures that ever were. When we agree to make strong an other by the gravity of our being is this not enough to guide us? and if the day would come that we might fall and turn away can we escape the circle of this building? what sweet taste is your openness and adoration for the free. If you want to be heard- listen. If you wanna create speak up. if you wanna unfold- allow and decide. i would that ever i could take my fire to all that i decide. enflame, crackel, and let fall to ash what needs be. let the winds show how great the gift when we find what can't be taken away. but bring me close Great star, let me see the warmth of your nearness and bury my eyes in it. let me let me let me dream find your shine and tempt me with your waking thoughts.

the watchers

2011-09-05T16:01:00.000-07:00

together we find in this
a plane like a puzzle 
with its everending
river of whys
but better seriously are the 
why nots
sweet friend
I am only even able
to say yes
because of this breath
that tells me
not only what is most
sought and truly
what is necessary 
to know
that the days are long
filled with the light of that
distant star
following us through
all that is truly possible
into the blanket of night
and all that is more dear
because of it
here is where
the starlight dust
of the watchers
blows us into 
each other
with the unspeakable 
smile of remembering
I am here
as a matter of choice
for the sake of joy
and the death cycle 
celebration
from one moment to the next

star filled

2011-09-05T15:53:00.000-07:00

Like a door forced open by the wind
I enter and allow
this breath
to allow
what each breath
does create
and in the space 
that you surround me in
my essence finds me
like water surrounds whats inside it
and i drink in that 
words of what can't be said
shine from your eyes
and fill me with a position 
of a star filled soul walking by a map
that delights in love
in such a way

Sing bird song
bright sun filled leaf
guilty one of so much goodness
a kind of singular delight
of the absurdness existing
in the nature of the balance
each day comes over more
to the breath air
that is the fullness of what
 life can be

great daughter of this earth
rock, dirt, leaf, root, river, flower
finds the sun and all its warm brightness
endlessness
turns her face and all else to it
with eyes open wide

lying here

2011-09-05T15:40:00.000-07:00

Lying here on the edge of sunshine
my fire defines my soul
and simple ways my mind portrays 
the delight of the forgotten sun
the cycles of the finding moon
the soft tears of what is known
fall for the reasons
the stars shine and rain calls
to the stormy one of what dawn does
I see the future
and the future shows me who I am 
revealing to me this
like children to life
come call the sound of life
and travel to the stars
silently sing the sound that rings
violently in your heart

kind of illusion

2011-09-05T15:31:00.000-07:00

what kind of illusion is this
of kind of soul and that heart 
that you own
friend, best friend, I find you again
and again in the delight
of all that we just might
time and again and again
Your hear my thoughts and fill my words
with your thoughts
and you hear to understand
looking at what the soul contains
all day long
certain defeats mean our victory
and I feel guilty but unselfish for not
fearing
ever you, climb onto my wishes and to create
the magic that surrounds us and can
not be denied, denied I laugh
denying the existence of such a thing

for our days

2011-09-05T14:17:00.000-07:00

what would it take
for the sunshine
of your soul
to explode
past all that seems must hide
the irony of such
filmy illusions
that there is safety 
in the mind
If only
you could see yourself
as the angels do
with the clarity of infinity
you would also see
there is no reason to hide 
such greatness
and there you are again
breathing the thoughts
of everything
into this day

for reasons

2011-09-05T14:09:00.000-07:00

come find me here

lost in the days

of my mind

where things feel to be

even if they are not

where I will turn my back

to your smile and openess

with one eye closed just enough

to not see

all that has changed

as the sun spins us 

around her

must I speak lies

to calm you

must I pretend

your choices are tolerable

when ever pressing on my heart

 is the limited unknown

of this life

I have not time

to spend

in your yesterday

feel free my friend, for your days 

and nights

they are your own

but do not ask me to conceed

and waste my happiness but if you turn to me

and ask

I will give you and ocean

of delight, change, strength to rise as the sun does

to a day that is here

and that is yours

irony

2011-09-05T14:01:00.000-07:00

what would it take
for the sunshine
of your soul
to explode
past all that seems must hide
the irony of such
filmy illusions
that there is safety 
in the mind
If only
you could see yourself
as the angels do
with the clarity of infinity
you would also see
there is no reason to hide 
such greatness
and there you are again
breathing the thoughts
of everything
into this day

ask

2011-09-05T13:52:00.000-07:00

Our thoughts are our own. What unfolds before us is because of the law that involves thoughts, manifestation and time. Time is precious- seeming to be in a rush of movement- unstoppable- but is it not always the same quality? If you choose it? If you look to see it you will find yourself a friend. This friend always the same and with that the possibilities become unlimited and unbound by an idea of what time is but by seeing it and knowing it- because you see it. The more time you give the more time you have.
    What do you want? Ask? Yes. Ask. Ask in a way that is though you are seeing it in the future- the details, the feeling, see it and will it, pull from the threads of infinite space, where everything becomes itself. And pull together a fabric that is this life you need. But to dance a life in this way holds a tremendous amount of responsibility. Because as you breath it, it will become placed on one of the roadways of time. So you must be certain- but how can one be for sure unless you can see through time, see it's unseparateness- what moves you to crave that choice? Answers can't be spoke, so I ask and I look. There are consequences that you will not foresee. Remember in your greatest pain that time is your kin and that you are capable to will change through the difficult door that is allowing it to be alive in you gives it the gate to leave.
    It is all this blindness when we put it aside- for when it gets to leave it can not because of an unwillingness. These expressions in our body are meant to be a signal of unbalance and then allow the next moment new- but when we confuse them with avoidance they start to become an internal imbalance- and this is not necessary. This internal balance if not recognized and brought to the door of this stage then it will express itself in the physical because it is louder to one who's attention is lost in a role of yesterday, a role based on a choice. But who decides what color your sky will be? Who determines what you will see in the space between?
You are free.
A star that can see.
    But you must choose it. You must remember it on your own. You must crave it and experience it to know and be one that walks like a King of Hearts, like one that holds the heat and light of the star we call our sun within his heart. These stars we hold projecting out in every direction and position us according to out heritage into manifestation unfolding upon itself. And in that, everything is possible.

natural laws

2011-09-05T13:50:00.000-07:00

I have brought you here or you have chosen or maybe we agreed or perhaps our destiny chose it, but if we don't choose our own destiny- than what does? What laws ensure that the planets not fall from the sky? How do we know if we are not falling now? It seems to be a place of polarity- this place-time we have chosen. Everything is Everything. Fascinating. Not one creation of all in this realm does not contain the polar everything? It is beautiful, this power, this free-will that makes this life one of a manifest planet, and here, my love, you are free. But you must remember what is so simple often escapes the common memory, it is so simple it is easily forgotten: you must choose to be free.
    Without it you will most likely be pushed around by the energetic laws of others and oh what a waste of time. Somehow it seems unescapable to simply remove ourselves from the wrongness, we must understand what we can do that will make the difference by way of the Law rather than money. It is easy to see what is out of balance within- anything. Here. So if simply not participating is just another role to play one would first need to also understand why wrongness becomes. Or......you could bow to your mother and trust her starlight wisdom, giving attention to her power that in one shake, one swish of her tail, one breath too heavy, one glance that way- the devastation that is necessary is huge for us.
    Everything grows, Everything dies. Everything grows, Everything dies.
    I am being asked to be understanding. This misacknowledgement and attempt to manipulate my thoughts is offensive. But what tells me so? What choice did I make moons and moons ago that feels my reaction like an addiction? But what if I make it small? Unimportant? If I remove the importance than I am left in a room filled with air. But though it is small, the feeling of such will awake in you like an alarm that fills you with a remembering to not act, to be slow and watchful and silent.
    Everyday the natural world shouts to me and calls my name and flirts with me like a lover. Everyday she shouts that taking notice is all that is necessary and that every answer can be found if one states what is naturally occurring in this breath. The leaves just moved in a way that was like a cheer. Everything is still but active. We make significance of the change from day to night. A moon cycle is real and effective. Our watery ways with tides and currents- why do we think we are removed? Why do we think we are removed from the Natural Laws?

what can be

2011-09-05T13:33:00.000-07:00

The sunshine hung gently in, the air being pushed that way, the wind spoke in between the bursts that ask to be heard and in that stillness there is a sense of nothingness. Nothingness. Both a relief and creator of need. I constantly search for and forget to find it simultaneously.

What do ambitions require? A price. A time exchange. Our most valuable resource on a manifest planet but without methodic thinking into choosing we give out time to the thieves that would sooner you forget your heritage. Today I made myself swallow my peace and place it in the swell of the unknown and what can be when today has a preciousness that although it does not fill the grand picture of your life it is filled with kindness. And although there is a disconnect there is nothing to blame as another soul walks on their "holy path" slaughtering the now with the mind.

death bird tree

2011-09-05T13:12:00.000-07:00

the black feathers of the great quiet death bird

leave themselves for my hands

to find and carry

their song the sweetest of songs

a flapping in rejoice

of all that has passed

of all that was taken away

in some form or another for the delight of all that

would grow in change 

within themselves

for all that would find

a star burst bloom

awakening to a place

that is free

I dance and move this life 

in a way that allows me

to feel the totality

of what is capable

there is an inherent bliss in 

knowing or not

but beyond that in the space

between the stars

is a vision

of a pulse

like a heartbeat not seen

that keeps the spin continuous

the change, the reason, the nature

of the natural way

and the beauty that is beyond shame and breathes our very breath

take me

2011-09-05T12:56:00.000-07:00

Come quickly naturally
and spare the gift of time
from your wasteful lies
take me to you
and sing to me your care
lock me into the land of your eyes
and never return my heart
through this wind I give you my breath
and understanding
through sun rays of light
my heart beats a rhythm 
that your soul knows
I am that earth sky
dance continues
and moves me to bleed
sink then deep
intertwined in my roots
and make me immovable
while the star of my soul calls you
as the sun moves 
across the sky

into being

2011-09-04T17:26:00.000-07:00

The day shook the morning into being. Filling the dark spaces within with a thunderous sound. Eyes adjusting to the light and filled with memories that are still melting from dream time. This time it was a mixture. The past that has become present again. My mouth empty and unable. So many thing I wished I could say. I lament. I sigh. I accept. I sort. I resign. And then in another breath, out.
I marvel at the humanness that becomes me. So many before with identical scenarios of fate. They say that when we are young we are foolish- but it is a rule that the young will feel as thought they are more brilliant than ever and aware of more than most. At least, this is true. But it does not reveal that their experience is limited and there is no way to dance around that. And these thoughts move me to want to give you movement. To give you days filled with the earth song and experiences toward infinity.

earth

2011-09-04T17:22:00.000-07:00

The earth is alive. Every aspect of this planet contains an intelligence that can be communicated with. There is no coincidence in existence in the natural world. Every pattern inherent in natural things has purpose. The earth opens up in every direction in every moment allowing a doorway. And on the other side is the thread of creation that manifests every question. All that is required is a choice. To see. There is so much power in your acknowledgement that it is creation itself. It is through this doorway that the world round will be alive within your chest. When the heart and the lungs rhythmically dance you into existence.
    Do not let the passing of the sun merely pass without recording and programming the sequence of her rays broken and defined as well in shadow and how it will determine your days to come. Then to light and shadow is added breath that which could not be without the spark that mirrors that which is found in the inner star. Let the same breath infused with the way be carried throughout time by the breath of the infinite. Think you not my friend that all things of this natural world are not aware of their color and of all that surrounds them and in that message to your gauge of decision.
    Listen carefully in a way that allows you to sit in time rather than watching it pass.   In your blood runs a code that follows the rivers and when your code is given to the earth you can release anything from your past and decide again in freedom. Man is as much nature as anything as well as his garbage and toxins and creations. But surely the earth can stomp us out in moments. Respect this and when the time comes you may not be spared but you will certainly be content. And this is of importance in any death experience. Contemplate contentment continuously as it carries curious contrary collisions to what is offered. Visualize your life in a way that you choose to create. If you do don't bring it towards you, no one else will do it for you.
    Be extravagant with your time.

open eyes

2011-09-04T17:17:00.001-07:00

If we are tempted to ask, than we will pull towards first an opportunity, a test of character where remembering is the key but once this threshold is cast the weight of our choices pulls forth a revealing of an asking. We must prove to the givers that make channel and doorway that the greatness given will be received with open eyes. Open eyes wide and shy not from the fire before you. Shine hot and bright from the emptiness of your mouth for lies and trickery.

breath star wind

2011-09-04T17:06:00.000-07:00

Breath star wind

share my breath with his

as the ocean loves the sand

and the passing clouds shows the dearest of truths

your touch changes me

like the rain fall

in the forest

and all that follows

what decides 

how many moons pass

before I would find you 

in my heart

and at the core of my days

the rush of the highest leaves

moves within me

to sing with the openness 

of rightness

toothy grins and dark doorways

2011-09-04T16:59:00.000-07:00

The moment before this or that is full and bloated with what's about to be. I am given choices and ask to see clearly. To trust my misgiving and not be seduced by a glorious tomorrow reward. I look to be content by the nights fall, to give up my experiences to the hands of memory. I look for the eyes of the lion and move not to look away. I look for those toothy grins like they were my meal. I look for the snap of the tail to determine my success. My heart beats outside of my soul at times, pieces at least, laying there in the hands and pockets of those that pull it from me. I am haunted by yesterday until I strengthen my core and make room in my arms to hold what calls. I am the naturality of my thinking. You may see all you need to tap the star into finality.

The breeze falls behind the feet in motion. The stars design our days and we look to god asking why. We are in a map of our making, our compass formed by our reactions to experience. The destination is that dark doorway. and all along we will imagine horror and fear the nothing, while leaping without looking into the vast sea of love that waits but for the moment of our looking. Where then, do we get the force to grab by the throat the reigns of the way?

so then

2011-09-02T08:57:00.000-07:00

Bring me up solar star. Take me with you to that empty space that is our above. Show me what is so small, (and the smallest was our ideas) don't blind me to strength, lighten up my way. Even through the brush of great pain, I stand in a blessed life. Full of an immensity of aliveness that I can not speak of the beauty that surrounds me and invades my days with impetulance. All that is needed. All that is required. If you are to grab the eyes of the watchers. I anticipate the thought of you. I know you hear my needs even when you ignore. I wonder of the intensity that these ones can be and of the absence thereof. I do not see clearly what is behind the swirl that is fear. Though I do not need to know it's face to know that I'd be not wise to turn my back. So then, what?

dare not

2011-08-30T18:07:00.000-07:00

i hear birds call and the wind creep across the tress like a getaway. The world round tilts and gives us a different light and way of what is coming. Mine feels like stillness and the unbelievable delicious amount of coolness and warmth. i choose to listen because i remember. i remember because i listen. We are ever spinning the world beneath our feet and The Great Spin continues. Take importance to stop and redirect the wave of what is coming, we must stop and choose or dare not open our mouths and lies on complaint. The blessings of the watchers outreach the limited nature of what we can concede. Hold clear your asking.

predestined and bound

2011-08-22T09:24:00.000-07:00

Blind me, put me aside, claim, convey. Resist, tempt, tumbling into the dark worlds of maybes like the visions when the night sky and the eyes are dark and transporting. does not our spin continue without our consent, does not the swirl of death not seem ever present and effervescent. you call me close and i retreat and i become fear itself, i become that which i loath and fear to be living from such a standing that might as well be my death bed, my great change, my day of ending the trail that follows my will.
So I dive and believe you will catch as i am predestined and bound to emit but often the world does not reflect my tunnel vision and habits and delivers to me another way that can not seem to make wrong in the endlessness of what has been revealed, does it making sense determine its validity? I'm not even sure there is sucha thing. invite me into a player that knows the value of watching and that holds the doorway of days and days away that will carry out the revelations without impetous thrills that pass as storms and in the quiet between shines the little things that matter most. Free me then of caring of my tide, free me of caring and fearing and falling. Free me and cure me of caring and calling. Free me and find me then knee deep in what is beyond time.

the underside

2011-08-15T17:13:00.000-07:00

It comes to my attention that we want to demonize destruction and waste, to shame ourselves with our murderous no thought, our unawareness, our blind spot. i gravitate towards what works in the way of action, the step beyond, ideas. scratch the underside of the bark with your fingers-run up the tree to where birds and clouds alike pass by in their own realm. say what, your no and no and no and no. create the boundary for what is possible to step into the nothing. I am selfish- i will not be willed. the ideas that are will not determine my capability or my inspiration. How do i stop my fickle creation, my whims and impatience hurtling towards nonsense in their fear to protect? How does the mind remain in the looking of the wind than the river of blinding day dreams? find then your rightness on the day when you see yourself and unknowingly smile as the escape of caring fills the room with inconsequence.

something is building

2011-08-15T16:39:00.001-07:00

You are born. and in that the light of your eyes. you have changed my life. all i really want is you. i want to wait until you can say all your yeses again.i want to hear it in a place that is free and does not risk the misconception that something is building. how do i know if waiting is a wrongful weight, if it itself is a wish to will your wishes into being. how can i interfere into what might color the kind of our kindness with something that can not bear the light of day. for you i will only stand tall. for you i have endured a great many heartbreaks to learn of my cause and match of yours. i can not be the reason. i can not be the reason. we have this time that has passed and weaved its way into our wanting. we have this love that did not would not will not leave. release, bury, forget, surrender i have become and failed in my way with you. every no i have asked why as though it is a burden, i am wishing that i might continue only as every no being a space of potentiality, a gift, a treasure. i will wait until that emptiness is filled with your yeses. dance under the moon and explore the lands of what your limitless might show me. greet me with that grin and the readiness to let the moon fall from our pockets and light our same night sky as we speak our truth.

yes and yes

2011-08-08T21:49:00.001-07:00

everything i face, a product of my creation. i am looking for that empty space where everything is possible. bring me here gentle falling feeling to where i might endure the immensity of this life. bring me closer to what is the wanting of my core, from my needs and the limits of my visions. keep me calling then and all about the asking. what can't be answered always finds its way into your face and knee deep. i am on a current that will no longer let my past inhibitors rule my way of everything. i will then must then dig deeper into my understanding to bring me the liberation of realization and understanding. the words and ideas will be endless like an ever flirt with what might be. i am impatient with lies and waiting for what i know is possible. and daily i bow to that which discerns and draws the lines of what allows and what does not grant me my every whim. i am delighted with what the mirror reflects in my eyes. i am delighted that i know to look. i am delighted that there is no limit to what i might conceive. great is the power in the one that knows from which to pull the creative web of through, breath star wind- make me my tomorrow. with this breath i do create, and i say i have the strength to release the patterns of bondage, i say i have the ability to walk with the freedom of my yesterday not being my sail but my anchor and what might be rolls in the deep down below. i will look to the direction of that which i seek and envision my capability. and look me here, deep down into my entirety, and find the space that allows your light to spin and enflame and ever and ever fill you with a yes and a yes.

tempter

2011-08-04T17:45:00.001-07:00

My breath leaves me like a dragon from its lair goes out into the world in search of the next meal

the devouring of time that golden light the roar and swirl of the star that spins us around her

we are slaves to her gravity to her actuality marking our time by her passing,

how many spins will the manifestations of the free require

before the dawn of the next want before the passing of the next out cry

what is this mystery of days who wrote what would be ever and ever I will chase truth,

it is my tempter and my indulgence flavored in the fading and breaking of light

design

2011-08-04T17:44:00.001-07:00

my attention wanders from moment to moment in a meditation of what is breathing in the earth

It can't help but become you and then the world round reveals its polaric nature in a dance that is the very essence itself of this thing we call balance pleasure and pain with no definition or boundary. Show me the real thing. Show me the real thing. Show me. I am looking for contenders of actuality and freedom. I am looking for my kin that greet the sun with their own light in their eyes. I am looking for my pack that hear the language of the fauna and follow the direction of the wind to allow their manifestations and sing songs about dreams and the fire for what can be. There is nothing that will stop me from wanting to rage in delight. There is nothing that will become me that was not contrived designed destined to the indefinite sea. You may say it is vulnerable to place the truth so clearly but find me here and treasure that you might see beyond the in between. I see you and would that I could design that surrender to not ask for another moment but to await the river of your arrival into the warm light.

luck

2011-08-04T17:43:00.000-07:00

Cold and the absence of warmth. Coldness so peaceful like the Nothing. What you dream in truth can't help but trip upon itself in its running tumble to unfurl the light of your asking. For every this there is a that. For every mouse there is a cat. What we want we will devise and we will play despite the disguises. What's that you want to see? Show me. Give me voice and give me time. Give me from the star design. Lock me down into the rut that moves across the floor in skillful luck. Give me your eyes like that again and again and I will be inclined to face the chance. Smile than here that this nothingness is for it is the doorway that gives and lives. Good bye to yesterday that gives the world judgement. Who can know what is here or what was? Find then the kin of the kind of eyes that look to see because because. In every choice I let you be what is, a beating heart, thats all there is. Who am I, that you are not, who are we but we've got? Chase me then across the desert, the sun shines low, the wind deciding. FInd me free and we will ride it. Take me then from here to there, always finding we are smiling

for you

2011-07-16T15:32:00.001-07:00

my dance my move. its not something i do, its a way of life, its a necessity like how life is art. I gots to do what makes me joyful. i have a need to create beauty in every which way. this is my daily wake up and make mind. i see you following your need to create newness. i see your starlight look for the path that has never been and delight those that might hear with what can be. together we are kin as pioneers and all this that i can say is me is you and you the same. and if you could see all that i see when you allow me a glance into the darkness of your eyes, you would marvel at what is there is endless and tell me it is so. tell me it is so with that kind of smile and that i might wash away the weight of your day. tell me it is so that you would consider me in your tribe that will know the day of the ancients. tell me it is so and i will blanket you in my starlight that is not bound but to the release of your fire fast bright shine light run me cross the tree tops.find me kindly, right.

make the call

2011-07-16T15:29:00.000-07:00

I want to leave my belly against the earth and drown in the worlds between the blades let the sunshine fill my back and shine on the souls of my feet my hair falls softly caving into my thoughts. What if we can live as we say and as we dream. Love for the sake of love. Pour it out finding that you will ever receive more than you give. Love with delight and the idea of trust.

Where is that place where we meet at the feet of dreams. Where is that other world where time bends in the way of memories and what is possible. Feel you closer now by your appearance in my lucid land. Feel this then, this lightness of being, where your cloaks and worlds roll of of your back. Beat then heart and draw me near, make the call, bring me near. Beat then heart as I begin to become the life i'm in. The days roll by in a sorta dreamy lullabye

voice speed

2011-07-16T15:25:00.001-07:00

Greet the sky sun rise, sun travel, cloud journey, cloud tumble, sun bright round sun shattered on susnset ground, darkness leaves darkness comes filled with stars, where are the stars, what do they say, what is their geometry play, Moon changes moment to moment and each new day is filled with its presence its absence each night smiles, fills the sky or allow the darkness to be its brightest, great mother earth your colors collide upon themselves with an infinite spectrum of dirt, heart beat sounds through the layers upon layers ear to the ground I hear you and my heart beat falls into your hands, Gaia protect me, leaves patterns, seashells swirl me in, wind speaks, flowers unfold universes, the animals and bugs and plants all act accordingly and naturally they are and only what they are, naturalness is nothing other, color upon color larger than my mind perceives mathematical equations surrounding me, filling me with a key that gives my voice speed.

the child's laugh

2011-07-16T06:25:00.000-07:00

dawn is filled with the nothing. hours of daylight lay before us in the field of ideas and action waiting for their turn to enter us and make manifest the anything. there is a darkness in the core of the eyes, not a light, but an absence of light, but still the light eludes and immerses and burst forth as solid force. the dark reversed canceling itself out and becoming its opposite. the doorway to the endlessness that is contained within each form. like the space in the farthest regions of what you can concede filled with the nothing and those that are waiting dancing in the land of this same place. going so far into the nothing that you end where you began, but reversed and folded inside out. there is perspective in this undoing. there is watchfulness. there is not wanting- for who can want when everything is at their fingertips searching for your eyes and your will. so which way then when the doors are endless and you are able. what keeps you from creating the moments you want? what will you let decide the color of your sky? our control is not singular to our reactions nor does it include the free will of others, our control is not simply weaving but asking opens doors and if you listen, they listen. contain yourself to the confines only of your mind and actuality rather than a breath of another. pay attention being of light.

i want for nothing

2011-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:00

i walk with my frame hanging from my spine. my will manifests as my form as the electric circuits create my shape. i let my spine hold me, carry me and fill my days with purpose.
my web is my dabble, my pulling in. it unravels from my core and creates the boundaries upon which i might navigate. at least until i fall into the nothing. the nothing calls me from the space between, and asks when it will be its turn. i always say today and instantly distracted by shiny things, or things, or thoughts.
in nothing there is space for everything to come about. when the space is filled with hope the endlessness gets squashed out. when the space is filled with blindness nothing is what it seems. in nothing i see you, and none of it really matters anymore. we can smile at each others darkness and just say -wow- no one has the answers. that means everything is possible. the answer is nothing. and the weight of this emptiness is the weight of space, the same space that holds stars and time and memory.
this nothingness calls me and says hello. and asks what i dream by entering them. i am heard because i hear. i am saying with out speaking. i am spacious because i remember.
i want for nothing to fill the silence. i want for nothing to allow me to be watchful. i want for nothing to make room for what is next and what is possible. i want for nothing as everything surrounds the everything. i want and i want, nothing.