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
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
She winds her way
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
Or the lamplight
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?
I walk on
Cocooned in my mind
alone with my thoughts
count them as I move along
My gaze returns to my footsteps
continuing this journey
to the somewhere
that is nowehere
Or maybe just to BE
How do the hands know not that they can move
Until the action is accomplished?
How then does an artist create
If not only through the vision?
A singer sing?
A poet dream?
The wondering falls far from me
Into some eternal spell.
Only you remain
A lingering breath.
Beneath the surface of a soup
Be with me
Fall into me
This I wish of thee
Defines the terms of a heart forgotten in the torrent of a mind.
Must remember I am not less than
I am not acredited by
Nor victim of
Or validated by
The thought of you-
And I mean your thought,
But that too.
Striding planets far-
Motion of devotion.
Carries you on wings
A flight, you see
From the grandest heights.
Forgiven in gratitude of where I am
And that I breathe
The breath of life
To be danced
An endless dance
Where mind gets stuck on simplicity
Catch the wave and come with me
I hear you
Entered into worlds anew
She stands awaiting you.
Wanting you to join her on this cosmic ride.
Will yourself to join her there
Don’t waste time too precious
To even be a facet…
Meditation of time
Meditation of tone
Meditation of form
Not from- has been-
This is what your doing.
Come now speak to me.
I will write for you
Scribe for you
Lay down my identity
As its weight is small
Fast to purify the body
Fast to purify the mind
Sleep well and hunger less.
Protocol deepens as your still
Take on behold.
Complete your needs-
met with grace and ease.
Presented to the Livened form
Empty me of death
Demanifest reminders of what was
Bring myself to art of One.
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
“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,.
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.
There are ropes that tie this boat to the shore.
Much like my body
tethering spirit to the earth.
And when they fray, when they loosen
it is time to tend.
Tighten them, bind her, this vessel
But she’s sovereign here.
A place to hold her for the night.
And for her time also draws to a close
at the place which she calls home.
And for a time, she will be unbound
and a new landing found.
And I elate for her in her journey,
know the ocean will hold her.
And may there be no ropes, no anchor
as she finally nests.
Only an expanse of sea
to move freely with the tide.
And the water flowing beneath me,
gently rocking this boat
and teaches me balance of within.
My body making subtle adjustments to match her own,
and quickly I learn it is only from within that
the compass may be steadied.
The water teaches me to lift up my own vessel- my identity and essence,
in equanimity, neutrality.
So there is no wobble.
Only steady balance
pure fluidity of the freedom motion that is Action.
Divine Action in form.