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Simple Gratitude, Simple Knowing

Beauty 
in the unfolding 
of the
nature of our presence.
So divinely we fill the 
universe
with our  essence.
One of spirit,
One of light,
I give you
Great Love
on this wonderous night.

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Grow

A seed is sprouting
one bursting blade at a time
emanates wisdom

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Morning Walk

Feet press on most soil
water droplets sprinke blades
tickling arch and toes

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A Vertical Pattern

The sun within me reflects off the moon you hold.
Showering me with aura light and the true story told.
I must be the most powerful me
to allow you to be the most powerful you.
That is how unity shines in our harmonious flow.
Many divine elements of nature and earth, 
sky and infinity,
bring us together on this present soul journey.
Beyond matter and time 
we have always been of a similar kind.
Whatever body we have carried or dimension experienced,
our knowing has been vertical with spindled permanence.
Sewn and weaved through various soul needs
we meet on this earth and complete what we have agreed.

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Response To Matthew

Mother and Father
as I release this bind,
I walk into individuation
and free myself of time.

I am female and male
wrapped into one.
I sew together duality
and return to the sun.

My light burns through me
and resist I will not.
Please pray with me
 as I choose an open heart.

I am now peace.
Something I had forgotten.
My spirit within me 
has now risen.

Married to my soul
is my devotion now.
No Thing is able to move
this choice I bestow.

My flame is so vibrant 
that all whom pass through it
will warm themselves with nurture
or run with a fevered conflict.

Be in this holy light with me
or choose another path to see.
The threshold is here
and the truth resonates divinely.

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This Tree Was

I kept listening to beliefs:

“This is the way things are.”
“This is the way things have to be in order to…”
“You know, if you do this, you will receive that…”
“That’s just the way it is. That’s just the way I am.”
“What I really want for you is….”
“You’ll be happier if you would just….”
“If he really loved you, he would…”
“Well, if you really love him, you would feel…”
“If you do this for me, then you will get this…”
“If you don’t do this, then I will talk about it until you do.”

I not only listened, I became them.
My choices were based on the list of phrases.
I had to “do the right thing.” Or….
Or I would die?

Well I am dying today.
Not dying like my body has fallen and is breathless.
Dying like full of breath, full of grief.
Dying like; “I hate dying because I keep thinking it’s permanent and that I will always feeeeeeeeel.”
Dying like; “I think I am becoming weightless with all of this heavy gunk junk falling off of me.”

Kerplunk kerplunk

The pu-u-u-u-u-u-u-lling like picking a stubborn apple.
And the plops of rot thudding the surrounding ground.
My expanded branches open out and up
Free of knowledge that once grew on me
That looked soooo pretty
But sour and fused with poison 
this tree was…

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My Holy One

Sometimes,
there are rocks in the garden
hidden under the weeds.
Hands are cut and bleeding
from the digging
and edges of the forgotten.
Some of the roots 
so stubborn
that
the rope-like limitation
burns the palms while 
Pulling 
Pulling
Tugging.

Released,
it flies up and
soil flicks out in a shower
then settles.
On,
on to the next one.

I will not stop until my foliage and bloom are free…
Free of illusory existence.
The strangulation of my divine inheritance…
is now dead green
to be sunken within
to become nutrients for
my holy One.

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Sugar Words

Don't protect me with your sugar,
your honey, and your sweet desserts.
My body, this body rejects them
with itchy skin and an itchy heart.

Don't protect me with that glaze layer,
the blanket of sooth sayer.
When the real story is easier to know.
Straight and direct.
No powdered confect.
I want the meat
and the reality...
Not the detour
and soften blow.
Because you know,
when we find out the truth
we don't believe truth
under your sweet tooth.

We are the cavities of your hypocracies...

So gimme a little floss
 and some detafris
and I'll be on my way 
with this forgiveness list.
Because now I'll trust
what I hear from the one
I hold so incredibly dear.
Because he may justify,
but he doesn't hide a lie
with frosting and sprinkles.
He delivers with justice
even if he wriggles and writhes.
He is unable to lie
like me...
unless slightly unconsciously.
But that is our intention here...
to become the clear conscious Christ.
So whatever hides in the shadow
we pull into light
with diligency and love to Be.
So forgiveness ahead
because you don't feed me sugar words
only sugar in my coffee
and too much salt in my eggs.
I love you, Amen.

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Saturn

We both like a little of a mess
 A little dirty laundry
And we like the intermingle
Of social giggle
And the displays
Of verbal plays

Observance of intellect
And intelligence

Clarity in the state of borderline insanity
The depth of darkness
Because the mystery
It houses

Too much light burns the mind
In a way of silk strewn democracy
Fairness in hypocrisy
And the delicate nature
Of three fold gift given
Divinity
Of the duality of  “Manifest Destiny”

Who are you?
And 
Who am I?

In this state of 
Desperate searching for an alibi?
Or simply 
The one that contains
The same joy
In misunderstood depth…..

Conflict is welcome 
Because of the followed resolution

Knowing and knowing
And knowing

Clemency is at our feet
This is how you and I 
Have come together in a 
Destined soul greet

Welcome my friend to the unfolding
Of the divine plan within your soul
Reverse and upside down
Of your original goal
Yet the same
In the process of removing shame.

Because always
Always
In God’s eyes are the reflections
Of love complete.

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Stained Glass

This love is free unlike
the label love confused and misused 
by most of humanity.
Thought forms skewed and molded,
into shards of perspective;
Misaligned and stained,
reflecting light in many shades.
Although Narcissus in the pull
into human-created decor,
we must find the Truth beyond
the brain-stimulating lure.
Repeatedly we have gone back for more.

Karmic perfection is laid out
in the geometric window.
Let us gently remove the catapult
of Happy and Disillusionment that
fiercely drops into disappointment.

These hues are man-made.
Enter now into the clear, unobstructed transparency.
Seeing all in  your Omnipotency.
This love is free.