Monday, September 28, 2009

Expanding your Expression 9/28/09 8:19 AM

Feel free to admire, take in become.
Expand, that’s what we are here for.
We experience the most when we allow,
What is your limit the furthest you have gone.
Sand clinging to your sweat covered legs.
Sitting with ancient spirits reminding you of your beauty.
Speaking in lost languages returning for future conversation.
As I float away in to the clouds,
Let my body become again as it once was.
Unformed, formless limits that can only be passed.
The idea of the seed.
The structure is in place.
The preparation has taken lifetimes.
Angelic guides that have sang their song.
Wings reaching out for wind to carry them home.
Surprise, thanks for caring reading, breathing.
Your skin surrounds me, so close to touch.
Impermanence cloud’s covering the moon.
It may only be a speculation of the mine that I share.
Redundant then, collective thought builds our bridges.
We walk along twisted turns where horses use to play.
Feet covered we run bare.
Our breath takes us so deep.
Beyond the core of our memory,
Where only Soul can speak.
Beauty felt like a butterfly kiss.
Humming bird sing to me. Tell me your secrets.
I know your share with those you pass.
Experience this for a moment.
Fantastic relaxation,
Tell me about your turbulence.
Let your unbalance balance me.
No need to speak, names are equivalent to snowflakes.
Mysteries that intrigue deep breaths.
Hands with treasure maps placed in the palms.
Allow my ego to dissolve in such a way,
That I will be ready to learn the new language.
The twirling stars patterns that erode on contact.
Your universal beauty reflects constant.
Deep Longing to allow this to take place.
After awaiting the reconnection.
Where your expectations taken care of.
Did all the pieces you saved up fit.
Falling in parts along the dotted lines.
Hands filling with energy.
Lungs cupping the heart.
Seems like cupid took some time off from work this week.
Time to go on a date,
Kindred soul-mate who only made eye contact.
Carrying a two ton school book to drop on an egg.
Harmless meteor metaphysical poem on a Monday afternoon.
Far off in the distance if you where to really look.
I wonder what you would see, stop the reading.
And focus on the up incoming.
That which has taken place before,
Rest assured when its time to choose your answer will come through.
As the planet earth accelerates leaving no time to waste.
Waste builds up, but the human species have ideas.
New unborn, not yet thought of ideas.
Ideas that will change humanity.
Come out from your cave, hibernation time is over.
Become the bear inside strong willing warrior of light.
Experience again and again.
Choose to use the tools you where given.
Learn them if you have yet to.
Ask your heart, it speaks in a beautiful voice.
The voice of angels, the symmetry of the moon.
Ever changing patterns align with our imaginations.
I am a tool to use if your building your home.
A strong stable to lean upon along the dusty road.
A house in the hills with extra rooms.
Rooms to gather and spread out.
Spacious space that fills with harmony.
Scents that can trigger your soul to reflect.
No matter the location or the plot of the story.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Coloring In The Capsules 9/15/09 11:22 AM

Allow my intention to align,
All aspects that my imagination can fathom,
Clouds colored in with brilliance and truth.
Corporation heart and core matrix.
Let the dead bury their dead,
How deep is that.
Dinosaur temptations.
Direct recycled certainty.
Service beyond that which could ever be expected.
Words over flowing with potent meaning.
A spokesman is being emotionally freeing.
Successful surrender to competitive ego.
Shadow of a red tail hawk,
Colors blending creating a newness.
A tube of open source energy.
Dissolving in soft hands of your mothers creation.
Having no anticipation for expectations.
Annually climbing the staircase.
Impressed by the lack of pressure placed on us.
A structure so solid in its foundation,
Only through certain brain waves we can enter.
Sound communicating with our subconscious.
Science is boggled,
Transverse over the flocculent tangibility.
Melody loudly allowing others to repeat.
Walk with, talk in a accent of love and compassion.
Acting upon the unfolding direction.
Intermeshing in and out of turns.
Think about how far we spread our selves out.
From the permanence of an earthly tree.
A nurtured by nature plant of seed.
We now are becoming galactic,
What was once abstract and feared.
Is now supplying the magic.
The reaction of cosmic infrasonic sounds.
Below audible frequency beyond the milky way.
Flower essence, A Goldcrest songbird loves you.
Euphoric, Galapagos tortoise soaring through the ocean.
Oranges with a twist of grape flavor.
Explicit, independent variables.
Very strong opinions on the answer.
Color coated question mark lollipops.
Sweet-grass and bamboo bracelets.
Racks of radical books on zymology.
Critically acclaimed meditation.
Having released the attachment to self gratification.
Released meaning remembered,
And forever embracing.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Water temperature 9/14/09 6:20 PM

Present epic gifted moment.
The train lights are facing forward.
Short hair low cut corner fade.
Organic apple field, pleasant view.
Orchards of orchids.
So deeply in love with the immaculate twist.
Feed the jackrabbits carrots and bits.
Here it is,
Trumpets above the fire light,
Candles floating in tin cans of water,
A longer pause then the warming ocean.
Hands pulling from under up against the cup.
The crest, the iron rod of Horus placed against the chest.
Heavy eyes like mountains light lashes lift morning butterflies.
May the void be filled with creators excitement.
Floating above the cold moist grass.
The warmth of your foot,
The impeccable path beyond synchronistic chromosome concepts.
Archeological gene in a bottle,
Even or Odd particles
Orbiting around the darkness.
Polar opposites the holder sits,
Face to face with the obvious,
Now, has a name for it,
Always changing, before the first sparkling idea appeared.
In hall ways carved with rock stick and clay,
A mock version,
A pilgrimage lead by ant children.
A full service pit stop,
Containers full of the perfect quantity.
The monthly trinity,
Bells ring as wind chimes create melody.
Loud crickets mimic the sound of our ancestors necklace.
Rhythmic heart bowls of quartz reverberate into the infinite.
Wrinkles fill with water like valleys through the names.
The beauty of becoming, or what some say’s old age.
Carving out the compass for the sun to tell time,
Arms length away from three sixty nine.
Snap of the finger welcome divinity,
She had no need to knock she held the key.
Pulled the sword from the stone,
Tasted the serpentine drops on lava waves.
A monotone laugh,
August shadows of skeleton arms,
Branches from trees still awaiting march.
Arching head back hands holding foot.
Pressing the exact spot for adjusting your back.
Volume increased for sound waves to align vertebrae.
Tonality and rhythm of voice a healing serum.
Please note as your eyes cross these words,
Incredible Containers vessels of alchemy.
Transformation at such a force that almost any and all,
Can feel the sensation.
The whole heart beat, All at once an instantaneous transition.
Shift rippling racing,
Beyond the material gambit.
Strategy stress control counter culture vulture dance.
Hawk medicine, eagle talon massage session.
New born power animals that are your children.
Continual digestion registering as confirmative steps on word.
A Snake eating its tail slithers across my computer screen.
Leaving trails of liquid residue and a sent of Sandalwood.
Lapis Lazuli walk ways toward a sacred space.
Quick visit to La Paz,
Releasing any and all past painful experiences.
This very second as I breath this air,
As if every single word connects with every cell,
Surpassing the slightest grasp of what reality is.
Lucidly looking through the layers of time and space.
Thanking the teachers listeners visionaries who open gates,
Fearless leaders eager to lend a hand.
Homelessness and poverty no longer brushed under the bridge.
The earth reacts and begins to respond.
The memories of cleansing learning and repeating a song.
A corresponding note of change that intuitively lives on.
Sharing breath space with eyes of splendor.
The Moments before during and after forever.
Allow the heaviest earthly weight to rest on a pin,
A minuscule new born finger tip.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

Thankful for Your Newness 9/10/09 7:41 PM

Thankful for your awakening eyes.
Eyes so magnified they remind me of mine.
As if I forget my own awareness.
Your voice speaking through my lips.
My tongue tasting the air that surrounds you.
Long ago before I knew my song was written just for you.
Your hands guided my finger movement.
At one point it was three fingers and a pen.
Now all ten fingers follow the guide from within.
Your brilliance radiates my splendor.
We share the same arms.
Make love with the same soul.
Spin webs that seem identical yet are completely original.
My spectrum is yours.
Washing away worry where weakness subsides.
Sitting by your side.
Two snakes intertwining.
Naked lake water keeping me afloat.
Four serpents auspiciously lift my suspense.
Youthful fountain of remembering.
Channeling charging forward with the fortitude,
Of four hundred and forty four unforgettable moments.
For the page is prepared to be written on.
The canvas is color coded but not by traditional standards
The water fall’s cadence creates endless shifts of sudden change.
Forces beyond its control such as wind and water,
Breath and Life.
Sustaining each other one bite after the next rhythmic effects.
Patterns placed in paradoxical order.
A mere glimpse at the American disorder.
Hold the condiments lycopene prostate varied accomplishments.
Cherished relish with pure golden flakes.
Quaker oats and rice milk.
Released no longer taken wrong,
Dialogue digested in to beats of a song.