Your voice is my beloved ocean blue.
Your love makes my aura glow every hue.
You always show me how our love is true.
Like a tide, you wait for me to come to you.
You're my moon, guiding thick and through.
You are the night gently holding me, too.
I am a shooting star granting wishes for you.
Like our love, our souls: timeless and true.
Your eyes and smile make me feel less blue.
Your tenderness brightens my aura's hue.
You've stayed whenever I was in deep rue.
Like the Earth, you orbit me, and I orbit you.
Your patient, forgiving soul reminds me too:
I as well can be just as deeply loving as you.
Your love makes me want to follow through
With all things our souls are set out to do.
reflect on the emotion our gaze holds
is it poor or is it rich in content
plot thus our consciousness coordinate
atoning for not granting love consent
The warm glow of the gold lantern
Nestled in my hands
Reminds me of the light of hope
As I learn to understand
How memories guide our way to live
How memories move our heart to give.
In late summer
All the happiness comes back
As we remember
What spring brought to us...
Gazing at the gold lantern
As I raise my arms
Fingers slowly loosen grip
To let it float on.
Watch these memories reach the sky
Let the spirit soar as you remember why
For all that they teach us
They're our living guide...
Remember the people
Who are lodged in heart.
Recalling sad times too
Won't bring you harm
For memory can protect our soul
By granting us the wisdom
That we need in life...
Our memories are golden!
Those of love bring hope
And like that lantern glow,
They can lift us up.
So remember in late summer
There's more good to come.
Strewn with buds upon night’s skyscape ,
we followed the hovel of an outer-world
As fluted leaves
formed a hologram of our map--
a journey granting passage
into real existence;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.
I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we meet in Portugal
third instance,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.
The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals
into hundred lights
on the shrine
of mother Mary ,
while young stars crowned us again...
was it 1918 when our eyes first met here?
Till we strolled through a monolith of statues
blessing our paths ...aligning our thoughts
In the house of Fatima, of transparent gods;
taking our silent vows
with co-owned vintage cameos...
But the vision turns into ripples;
I’m by myself ,
a lone pilgrim
trapped around a grotto...wondering
if this scene were chimeric illusion
or timeless reality...
How I longingly touch your face,
feeling those sighs , like...
like they were my own earthy breath.
granting safety to others like the thorns on a rose,
spreading joy to others, it does not oppose.
swallowed by emptiness?—
quite contrary I confess.
the thought of joy?
i myself, suppress.
When the sun hits your eyes
They appear as stars in mine
Or as endless pools I'd be willing to drown in
The moon can only yearn for your beauty
Just as I do every moment I'm without you
When I see your smile
Even in the most somber of times
I can't help but feel my own return
As if seeing your joy inspires it in others
The warmth that follows you into every room
I'd almost be envious if it wasn't my favourite feeling
I feel the need to thank whatever creator there may be
For granting me the wish of a star like you
Each realm a template, by God created,
which appears solid, though made of dream-stuff,
wherein if we enter, we are baited,
by shape shifting forms, touch both smooth and rough.
Viewing each domain as an illusion,
yet real if we don a form therein,
holding awareness thus ends delusion,
in the void of silence of heart within.
To materialise and vaporise
our form at will by power of intent,
is then the control we may realise,
with vibrance of our heart granting consent.
The truth of what is, may be debated ~
Each realm a template, by God created
if knowing is by becoming
then it’s clear our mind has no role
as and when we metamorphose
our heart will feel complete and whole
this said we must invoke intent
then trusting God to do the rest
that thus granting His will consent
we ascend when ego’s undressed
This quest for God, and His peace
Journeying life through
By all accounts does not involve
Steersmen, ships or stars
Hydra of myth bars.
Love's one word, to whom this close
Slumps, for lack of, by
All that's needed to, genie-like
Free whose wish-granting
Bottled your heart in.
palms radiate magnetic heat
toroidal heart hums a love tune
forehead, spine and crown tingle
peace glows like light of the moon
bliss magnetism gains traction
granting heart satisfaction
By unfocusing the focus of our gaze,
the shift enabled solely by heart’s intent,
by restoring vision focus we amaze,
presence in the path of ascent and descent,
caused by choiceless choice as in the void we laze,
whilst granting our innate playfulness consent.
After sight it is hearing, touch, taste and smell,
detachment from form, for ego it’s death knell.
I wake to find the world in golden bloom,
the celestial dawn chases the night away.
Loving you is watching shadows flee the room;
greeting the hallowed warmth of nascent day.
Our quiet hours, though small to mortal sight;
scripts of fate, dressed in regal finaries.
Stars guiding wanderers into the night,
granting the weary spirit holy rest.
Of your stunning eyes, a glance I seek;
a lightning bolt across a midnight sky.
Whispers and a soft kiss upon my cheek,
makes the very towers of reason fall.
Thy voice, a steady anchor of life's veil,
declaring all the works of nature good.
The humble cup, left by thy hand for me,
is like a peace-offering from ancient earth;
In shared and solemn silence, I am free,
to find within thy soul my second birth.
We bide our time until the tempests cease;
two spirits pacing to a single beat.
In every breath, I find a new release,
laying my heart—forever—at thy feet.
Teacher once told me,
“Stars are the embodiment of dreams,
And that the only reason they shine bright,
Was the proof the dreams of those dreamers,
Become nothing but true and real,
Visible and clear in our night sky’s.
There once lived a dragon,
Who was the kindest,
They were the gentlest,
But it was that kindness who got them killed,
And it was those 2 story’s born from amazing people,
The gave life to my name of Dragonstar,
To embody thr hope and joy while granting wishes.
-Kitsuko Dragonstar
divine epiphanies dawn
glimpsed by us from time to time
osmotic penetration
stirs in our heart a love rhyme
ego offers resistance
striving for pole position
futile is its insistence
burnt off by bliss ignition
all we need is pure intent
the universe does the rest
granting scent of love consent
troughs too become a bliss crest
The Memoir
Chapter by Chapter
Beginning to Present
Hour by Hour
Through the years
Ridges of near Death
Titled, “NO DOUBT”
Through the wonders of survival
The struggles of overcome
A Funeral was suggested
Aftermath of a Funeral denied
Revelation skies granting another chance
Inspiring skies
Heaven’s above always wise
Blossomed advice
The aroma of living
Ingredient of abundance
Teachings for the understanding
Standing to represent
Showing no past tense.
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