Hey I am free
Open to ride the seven seas
I am alive
ready to dance each and every night
I am aware
Willing to be myself not scared
I am my own Best friend
Knelt beside my family
still in silence ready to be who I want to be
Heavy or light footed
I am free and I preform
I am awake and Enjoy my own peace
Seek stillness
Be still and quiet
touch the grass
Be yourself and dance
I am Patrick I adapt I survive
I need only my own Love my own peace
Steady your hands
Open your eyes
Still your heart calm your mind
adjust and breathe
He loved her
like the last day of autumn —
knowing she'd leave,
but holding on
as if his hands could change the season.
She wasn’t just a chapter —
she was the entire book
he never finished,
because he kept rereading
the parts where she smiled.
He built a world around her absence,
talked to her like she still listened
in the silence of 3 a.m. walls,
replied to old messages
just to feel alive in the ruins.
But to her,
he was a moment —
a page she turned
without reading twice,
a sentence that never made her pause.
He broke quietly,
in places she never looked.
While she moved on,
light-footed,
as if his love was never heavy enough to hold her.
He was waiting
in the story she left behind.
And she —
she never looked back
to see if it ended.
light footed danseuse
admired by the masses
original steps
danced like a faerie
twirling her petite body
bloodying her feet
She danced over my desires like a light footed ballerina
tapping into my longings like an intuitive child of the seventies
Every drip of icicle sent shivers down my spine
and so I wrote her a letter, asking her to quietly go away;
She answered me, with a whip of wind and a halo from the sun
her summons were refreshing, like a snowflake on the tongue
Although I begged her to release her seasonal lurk on me
she gave me stretchy moments filled with February days
She made me long for sunshine five hours every day
and as I synced my calendar, March arrived Hurray Hurray !
Every hill of white and every snowflake bright
did eventually, fade away ....
She danced into my birthday month and gifted me the spring
and as I sat on my veranda I could hear the birdies sing
Every touch of her was gone at least for one more year
and so I wrote another letter, thanking her for her short stay !
M. R
The Ravens call to each other’s brotherhood,
while lofty redwoods reach upward.
Their branches stir and squeak
blowing and flowing with benign breezes.
Under their dusky shade, weary deer find their occasional peace
resting upon the vintage needles to sleep.
Landing in the lower Bay tree’s limbs,
rustling Wrens clacker their chorus
of ditties and riffs carried by ocean sent breezes
reminding the sparky squirrels to store their gathering stash soon.
Monarch butterflies flutter by still churning the fading fall flowers
finding sparse samples of sweetness
as the sun-striped honeybees slickened tongues suck their last nectar.
Other creatures - the tireless tree rats, dusty molting bunnies, dirty nosed moles, light-footed foxes, and mama mountain lion with cubs
express their mortal duties for the coming cold.
As I wander through this pantascopic menagerie
encompassed in its completeness, each path I take deepens to its source.
For I journey with my true self, inspired and consummated
in this imperfect perfection, bringing me home once again.
In the softest sponge, a ripples caress
in a toadstools dress, in just one pins point of pain
danger,
with its tiny fangs, smiles just for us,
its toothy grin lurks within.
Come, let us trip the fantastic light-footed and dancy.
Care not, nor care for the dragon in its rainbow lair,
it may be gone away and today not here.
For are we not, in this soft sandy toe-tickling spot
deep inside a sunny day, and yet we pray
that old man death by chance
not come our away -
even so, we are always near
and thus remain his most fond and dear
his careless, everlasting prey.
When I was with my love
I did not fear the blows of fate,
nor the poison in time's chalices,
nor the heatwave,
nor the snowstorm,
neither the news of war's snake that bites,
when I was with my love.
I could reduce war to the sound of the drums,
be brave without any vice, and torture that
lies in the wait, like cat in the bag,
when I was with my love,
I was the daredevil who ran the show,
twisted hate to love in bloom, the devil
of misfortune and abuse into peace,
when I was with my love,
I stuck my head in beehives
and my hands in God's sleeves,
or in rabbit holes, admiring
those minions' accomplishment,
when I was with my love, clear-eyed
and glued to faith and optimism,
my eternal delight,
when I was with my love, I
laid siege to love's firewall,
questioned nothing, happy as a light footed rabbit
scanning the meadow, oh how I wish I was still
with my lover.
I've ridden zebras on the Serengeti,
swam the wildest seas;
I've played golf with old Jack Benny
-brought Ali to his knees.
I've killed zombies in my bedroom,
a werewolf on the lawn
-fought vampires at the edge of doom
before the break of dawn.
I've spent the night with Marilyn,
had a beer with Gable
-watched Astaire's light-footed spin
with Ginger on my table.
I helped Howard Hughes with all his schemes
-sang with Elvis as they screamed,
but then, like life, just what it seems
-a crazy mixed up old weird dream!
Light footed faeries in subtle tans accompany Suzette.
Subtly playing Mozart-like melodies on their flutes.
Two playing cards, on the rim of her bonnet, giggling.
Blue butterflies with lacy edges are drawn to her face
To take a peek at the azure eyes they have read about
in the spiritual prophecy of the butterfly realm.
Suzette is totally exquisite from her pretty hands to her eyes.
The daisies titter with pure joy, so glad to be a part of this moment.
Could I have a peek? Sunflower asks, approaching with awe.
She is magnificent! The petite perfect roses whisper. Perfect.
A master gardener, who looks so much like her sainted grandmother.
We will show her the way.
Suzette’s soul begins to sing; she feels an affinity here, in the garden.
Her grandmother catches up with her. Have the faeries shown you the way?
The faeries giggle, and Suzette hears them for the first time.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXMjNVZIjY0
FLOATING meditation
FEEL YOUR BODY RISE SLOWLY FROM THE GROUND TO THE AIR. FLOAT UP TO THE CENTER OF YOUR SPACIAL SURROUNDING AND ALLOW YOUR SOUL TO GRAVITATE UP RISING TO NEW HEIGHTS. YOU ARE A FEATHER BEING PUSHED UP BY A GENTLE AUGMENTING WIND . GO TO THE SUMMIT OF YOUR THOUGHTS AND REACH UP AND TOUCH THE PLATFORM OF HEAVEN WITH YOUR MIND (B)
WHEN YOU HAVE REACHED THE APEX OF YOUR JOURNEY LOOK DOWN AND SEE THE OTHER FEATHERS RISING TO MEET Y OU. SOME ARE MOVING AT AN ALARMING SPEED SOME ARE GRADUALLY CLIMBING , SOME ARE DANCING WAY UP THERE WHERE YOU ARE. AQUAINT YOUR SPIRIT WITH THE NEW ALTITUDE. ITS AS IF YOU HAVE BEEN ELONGATED AND STRETCHED TOWARD THE TALL TALL SKY (B)
YOU ARE A FEATHER LIGHT, AIRY, BREEZY ,ALWAYS CLIMBING UP TOWARDS THE WEIGHTLESS CLOUDS AND THE DOWNY SUBSTANCE OF GOD'S LOVE MATTER. YOU BECOME PORTABLE, LIGHT FOOTED ,AND ASTRAL READY . YOU FEEL LIGHT AS A FEATHER, NIMBLE AND AGILE. READY TO TRAVEL TO THE STARS AND NAVIGATE YOUR TEMPLED BODY. (B)
BENEDICTUS PACEM (BLESSED PEACE) BE WITH YOU.
21/10/2018
Love like this doesn’t last forever
So run with me to the land of dreams
To us be trusted this endeavor
Light footed steps on wooden beams
Take my heart
Loose an arrow
Make a start
Straight and narrow
Just don’t leave
This one’s afraid
Her heart on her sleeve
She fears that day
Love like this doesn’t last forever
So stay with me in the land of dreams
To us be trusted this endeavor
Careful steps on wooden beams
Phantom of Love –
A phantom of love arrived in spring,
Emotions of beauty invited him in,
So gentle and tender you opened your arms,
then rested his head on your chest full of charm
Closed were his eyes to a warmth of compassion,
A moment like this he wished for in vision.
Like a light-footed fairy, you tiptoed his heart,
And left a sensation of feminist touch.
In modest for quest, he held all his breath,
The comfort alone, safe on your breast.
Aspired the moment, he feared to exhale,
Fear loss of the footprint you tiptoed in gold,
Yes, leave him to slumber, delightful his soul,
For when he awakes, your love he shall take
Forever his own, he then shall it make.
Life’s path is arduous
Mountains loom before us all
Together we must forge a pathway
To the mountain tall
Walk with footsteps heavy
Scenery sometimes dull
On clear days all goes smoothly
How pleasant it can be
To dance with feet light-footed
Atop peaks we never thought we’d see
Cloudy times are puzzling
Uncertainty around the bend
Ever confident sparkling surprises
Lie at the journey’s end
Living Large Behind Petunia
Elephants walk around on clouds
Light footed in humble stature
Like dolphins strong in mind
They know their station
Commanding winds of change
Remain complacent to a fault
Smiling at the fruits of sun and food
Never take life too seriously
Being elephant is a weighty matter
Taking one large step at a time
Tiny eyes see all, large and small
Hiding behind a petunia is challenging
Still they rise to the occasion
To please one and all
With heavy muddy feet.
The chambers of our hearts are Crisscrossed.
We were once light-footed and golden-leafed,
but time always unveils its true........ offbeat.
Shakes the color from every tree
rapes the berry from sweet offerings.
Ice fills December's coffee cup,
seasons removed from the smiling bud.
Roaches nibble on the bones of love...
Flitting down the path, yet another dove.
Throat rimmed in gold to cloak what's to come.
Rain freshened flowers, devoured by dollops of mud...
Crisscrossed.
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