Words

What if words could traverse
our destinies
for us?
‘language begets reality’
My teacher once said.
Sometimes its hard to pick up the pen.
My lips curl over my teeth to a clever grin.
Anchored in as I begin.
Have we forgotten
What it means
to live as the dream,
us awakened beings.
Now is the time for re-membering.
To pick up the pieces
of a puzzle left scattered about.
Move and twist the images
as we figure it all out.
Find a role
and know the keys you hold.
it is essential,
these codes we know.
I forever am bound to this flesh and my bones.
Forever, as I understand by this kind alone.
Human in form.
And God deserves a form.
Residing in the structure
an immortals decree.
Traveling at high velocity
And its purpose?
Service
Rotating on an axis
of above and below.
ahead and before.
Its Cyclical,
this optical illusion
of the space between,
The distance
to the primordial
knowing, We are Alive
As presence
Sacred Temples of the ascendant
Descendant to the plains of earth.
And an era time
which seperates myth from magic
And belief from creation
The hand from the form.
And yet we are not lost
and yet the new day lands at our feet.

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Warrior

To be a Warrior…
Is to foster and nurture the greatness in us all.
To allow energy- any energy,
to move freely through.
Without judgment or identity- placed.
Only in neutrality.
A warrior’s heart knows only purpose,
service, devotion to the vision, imagined
and conducted by a force that at times may seem so fleeting…
It too, unnamed, as the thoughts, the emotions
that flutter through.
The purposed warrior- in his service-
allows room for breadth,
a great magnitude of greatness
to be reflected within and without.
It is from neutrality of holding the space.
The space of direction-
passionate action,
which all can be encompassed within, fearlessly.
Stepping grandly, smartly, each stride covering immeasurable ground.
This warrior resists nothing
as all that is, can be, and will become
adds fuel to the fire.
The consuming flame
which pulses him
quickly, and sometimes- slowly
forward.
Continuing in the movement
and by his freedom.
By his ease and scope of ability
he shows others the path.
Stepping stones in quicksand,
for those who choose to see,
those who choose to hear.
And his heart is what carries him.
His heart is what beats the drum
of the knowing, of the purpose.
And he is eagle. He is freedom.
Positioned. Naked. At the frontlines of a battle
that softens as his eyes fall upon the truth.
The truth that seats him, steadily, unbiased
and unafraid.
The truth of his humanness-
of the immortality of Legend
and the fleetingness of Flesh.

Steady Walkin

Rather unflappable
More than unshakeable
Speak to the easy in me
Down this one way street
And talk with the pebbles
On a cobblestone path
Count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
I smile at the lamppost
Filling the ditches
With a soft glowing light
The wind is harsh
It moves the night

Greatful for the momentum
As she carries
Leaves
She winds her way
Through me
Inside me
Pushing me to somewhere
On this road to no where
It’s a lonely walk
No one to talk
To aside from the man on the corner
With a sign
That beckons abundance
But his feet take him no where
His voice, silent
Such sad eyes
And I wonder if he
Converses with the
Cobblestones
Or the lamplight
Filtering through
The trenches

He glances in my direction
and I catch the corner of his sad eye
He compliments my beauty
and I wonder is it just alchemy?
An exchange given meaning only by the tone
A dollar here, a dollar there
to get to where?
I only have a 20
and I walk by with a sigh.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
To deny..

I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
1,2,3,4
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
maybe eternity.
maybe infinity
Or maybe just to BE
ME

What the Water Gave Me {Pt. 3} Trust and Choice

Each water droplet holding me, beneath the belly of this boat
holds a meaning I have yet to learn…
I hear booming reminders consuming all thought.
Words I have become accustomed to
when it comes to guidance and the execution
of creation.
Just Trust Us!”
I do trust. I trust I will be protected.
I trust my mission, my purpose
as my heart is pure and fearless.
I will be met effortlessly with a solution
to each instance.
And I must understand that all has been in perfection-
every step I have plodded along this course.
That the pain, the helplessness, the chaos of my past
need not affect How and What I create in this Now.
May I be released from all fears that I am not worth true joy, true happiness
and that I firmly integrate the knowing that my actions in the past do not decrease my
level of life and thriving self in the present,
and only serve me in expansion for the Highest Good.
And I ask for comfort on this journey.
I ask that I remain open to the comfort that infinitely exists.
The Grace                           The Essence
The Protection                 The Communication
The Creativity                  The Rememberance
That Always exists.
And I invoke all beings of Highest Light this night.
To Join me.
All Earth spirits of assistance,
Pan and the devic realms of levity and transportation.
Wizards of magic, alchemists of change.
Plant kingdoms of order, semblance
perfection, knowledge and form
be with me,
wrap mighty roots around me.
Let this water quench your thirst.
I call for my work to extend far beyond…
far beyond the confines of these quarters,
far beyond the shores of this sea.
I choose to confront my fear- to show them all to do the same.
I choose to die- so I may be reborn
to show The Resurrection is Who We Are.
I choose to have a Voice,
so that nations, humanity
this planet remembers their own.
I choose to believe.
I choose to give up everything that I am
to planetary service
To the waking up of Great Gaia and all her kingdoms.
To this great mission we call The Wakeup- to build my life
as we build hers.
To let her be my platform
and myself a platform for her.
I choose to never feel alone,
as the notion is absurd.
I choose to command my I Am to be the only AM in which I exist.
I call forth all my wisdom, knowledge, Love
creation force energy to the forefront.
To activate my cells to reflect the identity of I Am.
I command all thoughts, emotions, and physical symptoms
to be of assistance to my flourishing and further expansion.

I understand that the how and why means nothing to the Knowing.
I understand that things aren’t always as they seem.
I command my sight to REALITY,
to truth, to the fibers of energy
the deciphering of physical visions,.
Waking dreams.
Tracking energy,
to sustain the hold.
And I remember that shadows mean nothing to the light.
And that we are led by lanterns- mighty and bright.
That there is no distance we cannot traverse
no sands of time too far.

What the Water Gave Me {Pt 1} Stormy Seas

lightning

Maybe the sound of the storm and a tide gently rocking is all you ever need.
At one with the Fury of an electric sky.
And I see what is within, be mirrored-without.
The flash of light
cascading from the heavens,
brother thunder
laughing with me.
A shadow, that I am.
Let death dance around me
and let me fall in
to my own.
My own glorious death of all that once was.
To make room for this:
clarity at twilight,
silence of thought,
congruency of environment,
storm raging above.
The dizzying toss of the boat
reminding me to center.
Reminding me I AM Ground.
To Make Room for the Magic
punctuated by thunder,
the dance of the Gods continues,
reminding me of movement
though I know not, where to.
Catharsis of a driving rain,
endless in its plot.
To release, to cleanse,
to liberate growth.

Clarity

Crystal-Clear-Wallpaper

There is semblance,
There is continuum…
In the Good of the Heart.
The fibers of love stringing through-
the stalking of energy
in delight of its intellect.
Conscious movement
deliberate intent.
Planning a course
I orchestrate too.
And I chuckle at the brilliance
startle in wonder at the shape of its form.
The riddles and rhymes in clarity-
as never before.