Welcome

Welcome to the day the sands of time fortold.
Where somehow the current of life has washed you upon the shores of here and now.
Where the ocean meets the sky and edges disappear.

Welcome to the day that the raging fire of your life finally has the fields of destiny it’s longed to burn through.

We Say Thank You
We Say your welcome.
Welcome Home.
Welcome to the family of light that burns the same as that raging fire of your life.
Welcome to your dream.

We say Thank You
We say well done.
For giving your all,
for the courage to step forward into the new
and allowing the past to
fall underneath

There’s something special in the moments of wonder
something of a stumble into surrender,
something of the magic of chance, mixed with this motion.
This fearless dance, our birthright.

Dive deeper into love, so the world will survive,
its not over now.

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BOOK RELEASE! The Poetic Path

It’s official! My first book of poetry is released!
The Poetic Path: Awakening. Connection. Joy & Empowerment  (Click to See More)
(Affirmation Workbook Included)
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 The Poetic Path’ is an offering of gratitude for all of my life. Within these pages many different teachings and traditions are represented. This book is a reflection of my own journey of healing and transformation, and is about the lessons, the visions, the miracles and the feeling of being part of something. Something exciting, tangible, and happening NOW on this planet.. the awakening of humanity.
My hope is that this book serves as inspiration and a tool for your own empowerment. That by reading these words you are reminded of all things sacred and sweet in this world and the power that you have.

‘The Poetic Path’ is the path of the heart, of being courageous and standing for your dreams and visions. It is the path of the student and that of a teacher. ‘The Poetic Path’ is any path you may find yourself on.

May your journey be full of beauty, service and forgiveness. Remember to give yourself permission to feel, to heal and dream bigger and bigger each day, to live in the realm of possibility and always….to love yourself.

You can purchase this book at CreateSpace eStore: https://www.createspace.com/5198462

These Moments

These moments
They speak of freedom
These melodies
Pluck strings of fantasy
Old and new
I could count the stars and pull them up around the moon for you
Spiral into a milky soup.
And laughter rolls off my tongue into songs of windy whispers
And my footsteps
Are lit by lanterns
Swinging by my side.

Meet

The Visionary and the Sight
Poet and the Soul
Drummer and the Rhythm
The singer and the Voice.
Artist and the Imagination
The Architect and the Form…
These friendships that you long for
I assure you, you will meet them here.
These, the meetings that spice up spaces
and light up life.
Giving generously from cups
that runneth over,
forevermore.

Today 9/8/14

Today I accept my freedom.
Today I acknowledge the Master that I am.
Today I am a space for healing.
I am At One
I am Forgiveness
And give to the Holy Spirit all my perceptions.
Today I am humble.
 Connected
to the rhythms of this great earth
and the frequency of my thoughts.
Today I am innocent,
and beliefs I have decreed as law are corrected to serve me in my highest good in each moment.
Today I witness miracles.

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.

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.