Monday, 26 January 2015

Swimming in bioluminescence...
I wonder if these tiny creatures are ecstatic as me as they burst into light on the touch of my skin. nebulous clouds with each stroke; tiny stars swirling around each limb. They glide down our bodies fading slowly as we emerge from the water - little rivers of light. I scoop them up like holding the universe in the palm of my hands. Magical. So incredibly magical.
Sparkle beach of crystal sand, reflecting my prismatic soul.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015

Tonight I will read you one thousand names, from my heart to yours, a gift of thanks. With love eternal and beyond all walls, this I lay down at your feet. All the loneliness I have ever felt was only when I abandoned myself and I am that which I seek. This I know now and will always know, through all levels, through all time. I sit in reverie. Still, aligned, so totally at one that anything different seems impossible. The mountain came to me.
Shhh try not to make noise. All that fear comes dripping out and contaminates your life and my peace. Please, stop speaking from your head. Your whine is drowning out your bliss and I can't hear your heart for all the nothing you spew. Quiet, now. I like you. That's all you need to know. Quiet. Let love in. Stop worrying.

Monday, 19 January 2015

The stranger inside has been waiting. Not patiently lately, no. She's been banging and howling like a wild captive, and now, she blinks blindly in the sun. Freedom feels terrifying today the space is too wide and the distance from home too far... Stormy waves and easy charm jangle against my tired brain.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Soft heart. Your steadfast love like balm, we fall into the space made by breaking. Truer now. Our victim selves melted from the screen. Our humanness shining nebulous, golden through the shadowy fears. Forgiven. Of course we strayed. How would we have got here without it.

Sunday, 11 January 2015

Sitting there in the curve of your wing, my place, the best place. The soft thud of your heart. Breathing in, let it go. Letting your stories flow - truth, untruth - trust in your soul's path to bring you home now deepened into knowing.

Saturday, 3 January 2015

smell of magic
resin, wax, smoke and fire
dark still cool air
hiss of wood and flutter.
flames sputter.
spirit mends
calling the fragments back