Wednesday, January 20, 2010

The Exuberant Rush 1/15/10 5:26 PM

Both shoes are tied tight, well lose in the beginning.
But now they are tied in knots,
Not double though at one point they where always doubled.
Seems more fitting that the laces get more attention.
The build up of excitement almost creates a calm feeling.
A sense of surety to release any and all attachment.
Thankful gratitude fills my core.
A agonic apology to any and all those that may not understand.
Talk to the angels that care about me unconditionally.
They fully understand the essence of love.
The beating of the heart and its guidance.
The fulfillment of eagerness and its wanting.
Desire driven to protect and provide.
Some will say it is the stars that create that wave ,
And its incredible creative current of happiness.
Clear eyes open oval ovaries of Variety.
Rationing out what is left in the garden.
Grandfather hands so excited to hold the talking stick.
To provide for his grandchildren and to re-use the rain drops.
Collecting literature for you, reading it bit by bit.
Regaining the knowledge that once slipped through the cracks.
Curving around the outline of her facial design.
Give me the chance to remind, you have I ?
Do you remember when I looked in to the clouds.
I saw my brothers silhouette ghost like.
Perfect picture of him and his son.
They where in the sky looking at me.
So clear that all I could do was cry. Cry from joy,
From the fulfilling feeling of laughter for the mystery.
Making love to the stillness of everything and the word yes.
Dust off the old tennis shoes that are tied up in the closet.
It’s time to play, to run through grave yards again.
Speak in a new tonality, filter out that which is not,
Consistent and authentic to me.
You can share my ideas, do you understand that through my eye’s
I reflect you, you do yes, that is so great to know.
So therefore have them,, here they are yours now.
Clarity Is creating that home for us.
Both feet in, washing the bottom of your hard working heels.
So sweet, never before this day have I felt this rush.
Beyond tender affection the passionate romantic desire.
Beyond the sexual attraction and that elicits deep interests.
The enthusiasm, the affectionate word, mercy grace charity,
For all of humanity, we worship the adoration.
Kindness, outside my window thousands of feet about the ground.
Lovat muted dusty green and blue,
Dust so clean we celebrate its organic nature.
Open, fresh secure in curiosities section on the plane.
Yes it has it’s own area, why would you doubt that.
Out with the late night camp fire before sleeping.
If something happened where a spark leaped out of the fire pit.
Never would I want to hurt an animal.

Monday, January 18, 2010

We are in side here 1/10/11/10 4:12 PM

The time is different from where we are now.
Now we are their and the time is now.
Of course the exciting fun will always provide.
On the side of the road 8 horses wait.
Questions in an accent while on the way.
Looking for a sanctuary where koalas stay.
About two hours from Brisbane to Byron Bay.
Sun seems stronger here.
Big things on the horizon.
Earth shakes no longer.
She begins to adjust and shift changing climate.
He welcomes the commitment to companionship.
Countless hours spent counting the seconds.
Words become minutes hours are paragraphs.
Dialogue from creator back to creator.
Exchanging characteristics of incredible creativity.
Knowing that indefinite differences in others exist.
Fluctuating intention on certain subjects.
Focused driven to expand beyond.
Becoming the ever present, self master of will.
One willing to speak in the language of the bird.
Breathing in the world around us and praising its life force.
Proposition to postulate the problem.
It must be the mind of a genius to see that.
Heard with such clarity that the wind whispers reminders.
A society who’s highest aspirations are duck hunting.
Hiding from the hierarchy of simplicity.
A hello from a certain landscape design.
A child like presence a preservation of a tribe.
A tribe who’s drums sound like cave echoing halls.
And hands claps accompany the bouncing tone’s off the wall.
Warriors training flames holding a stillness to there movement.
The intricateness of a willow’s willingness to remain whole.
A single filament that filtered the forgotten meaning of mitosis.
Remember every amber burns with divine diligence .
I thank you for directing my attention to the core.
Your obvious obsession with observation is like that of my own.
As a young child running through the forest.
Impressed by the pride of loving focus.
A torch lit covered in mother of pearl, moonstone and fire opals,
Design of the open lotus in Quan Yin’s hands.
Pouring out salvations last sip of sensuality.
Taking heed and action.
Providing the layers of beauty to be seen.
Peeling back the artificial and unauthentic.