Twist of Faith

Joshua & I, July 2007, Portugal

Once upon a time,
we met in a magical realm
nestled in between the fabric of worlds,
we looked into the eyes of truth,
inspired and activated mirrors,
with hands gently exploring
a depth that had long since seen light.
Casting off our clothes, our skin, our doubts
we leapt into an undulating universo parallelo
tracing the thread of our connection,
fragile as a spider's web,
through illusory echoes of time and space,
memories of a dreamy you and a dreamy me,
intertwined in ecstatic embrace.
We drew vivid pictures, alive and screaming
with the elaborate alphabet of our love,
licking our own wounds
with the healing saliva of promise,
of faith, hope, and fairy tale.
we believed in love,
and in our hearts
we sacrificed everything
to taste that truth once more.
and now,
the fears, the doubts we chose to ignore
fill the awkward space between us,
out of the depths of our hearts,
into a shallow, murky space
of frustration and disappointment,
hoards of moscas hovering above
the death of our dream.
By no fault of our own,
this love is not enough for us,
our dream has not the strength to carry
the weight of our now heavy hearts,
nor the burden of our past.
Bound by circumstance,
without a thread to follow,
how we will escape this cruel twist of faith?

I Walk In Beauty

Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal

Monsanto, Portugal

Lilies, Idanha-a-Nova, Springtime

I walk in beauty.
Every syllable that dared
escape these lips,
filters through
this willing body,
some sweet as wine
others bitter with the
heavy taste of earth.
An invisible hand
gently placed
on shoulder
bare and
brushed
lightly by the grace
of sol.
I walk in beauty.
Following the texture
of ancient stones
caressing my feet,
every step
a future past
framed by
billowing clouds
to the East;
to the North
a hole where
rain breaks free
descending from blackness
bestowing the gift
of fertile color
upon the land
in vibrant greens,
a thousand shades,
teased by purple
yellow
white.
I walk in beauty.

(May 2008)

Launched

Deerfields, North Carolina, Autumn 2007

Lake Reflections, Deerfields, NC

Inspired Visions, Tantra by Alex Grey

Launched out of dark lake reflection
crystal cold nite, chilled to the bone
dangling in delicate balance between Earth and Heaven
taking in the Holy sacrament
one slow breath at a time.
Wide-eyed welcome into an unknown realm
a low shamanic hummmmmmmmm
penetrates all charkas simultaneously -
omnipotent song of infinite past, present and future.
Initiation into a rainbow grid,
the face of the goddess
becomes my own,
displayed in interlocking fractal rivers
Tantric rite of passage,
seamless merging
as self dissolves into self.
Confronting all fathomable fears,
acceptance is excruciatingly beautiful.
Nowhere to hide this time,
even with eyes closed
third eye is thrust open
assimilating spirit knowledge.
Linear time on hiatus
Stay just long enough to discover the code,
deciphering it could fill lifetimes.
Answers implanted deep in subconscious slumber,
ripe for discovery in countless serene moments.
Compassionately escorted home,
slow, comfortable re-entry into physical form.
bowed down,
knees sunk into the earth,
whispering elated gratitude
in the ears of all who care to listen.
Alone and dancing in darkness,
lightness of being.
beginner’s mind wanders.

Three Legged Prophecies

Crystal Lake

Amore

Faery Hideaway

Moss covered crevice of green,
faery hideaway.
Digging up serpent bones,
on purpose.
calling up Kundalini sighs,
on purpose.
Simple diaphragm expansion
life energy spills out,
in hula hoop spirals
escapes endless loops.
Smokey prayers, goddess promises
planting the seeds of change,
sowing abundant peace.
Wishing on the whole nite sky
from a steaming bath
cradled in the arms of the forest.
Three legged prophecies
unfold in the pitch,
testing the rugged boundary
of our heart's cognitive map.
Gorogoro,
love blossoms in flowers of green
trimming away excess doubt
revealing majestic purple hues.
Ripples of time dissolve
in crystal lake surface
soft sunlight reflects
glowing love in your eyes.
Surrender in playful abandon
to passion's delight
howling under moon light.
Wild woman tosses her hair,
inviting mysteries of the nite
into ecstatic hearts.
Jazz sounds on the radio
piano keys, purrrrcussion
tapping out timeless rhythms.
Earthy tugging at heart strings
past, present, future
bound together with red ribbons
each knot a careful wish.
Water pours freely from the spring
life, love and nourishment abound;
the dreamy feeling of
coming home to you...

Out of the Dream, Out of the Night

Dive into the dream

Are you awake?

the edge of the dream

Slinking out of submission
sliding back in
beneath morning heavy fog
clumsily clasping hands with control
releasing into darkness
the exact moment between
awake
and asleep.
Scooping up visionary particles
glass shattering on urban street corner
songs in another tongue
laughter blends into the distant past.
Pieces of the day blurred by
pieces of the night blurred by
peace of my soul,
blurred.
Would you recognize me
in another's clothing?
Taken shape in different form?
What is done,
is undone.
Spinning out of a loop,
effortlessly folding into the dream -
its not mine,
only something I become a part of.
Sweet, joyful insanity
of a caged heart tasting freedom,
as the quiet rage
and numbness
become one.
Unraveling a single thread,
virgin eyes
steal soul glimpses
mistake planes for stars
praise Venus.
Call your own bluff,
make it real.
Forgiving the deceiver
I forgive myself -
we are,
after all,
the same.
For the first time
I feel the honest pulse
of life blood
flowing through me.
I am truth's lost gaze
enchanted by elegant mirrors
reflecting the endless beauty
of Self.
I am the tears of the earth
weeping upon the discovery
of true love.
Walking the lines between spaces,
burning down boundaries
with the flame of new life,
ripe
luscious
inspiration
of a soul on fire,
out of the dream,
out of the night.

Expectorrent

it began with a scream
that would not
could not
fight its way to the surface.
It began with my tongue
pressed relentlessly into
the roof of my mouth.
It began with a slouch
on the premise that
bad posture
somehow
conserves energy.
An evil muppet pitched his tent
in the dark caverns of my chest.
Microcosmic bio-mimicry
as my shining body
imitates the emotional one.
Dali paintings drip across
the backdrop of my eyelids,
as i rotate my head
side to side
the world slides and swirls
in fish bowl delirium.
Fierce tugging at my throat chakra -
ITS being torn from me!!!
Up through the depths
of my once brave lungs.
What is IT?
[i can't decide]
[i'm trapped in a box]
[i'm scared]
[i'm all alone]
[i feel small]
[i don't trust myself]
Clearing my throat of indecision!
letting go
of feeling trapped!!
Calming fear and inadequacy!
Coughing up distrust!!!!
Spitting out doubt!!
Screaming -
a torrent of emotion.
Unclenching my jaw,
relaxing my tongue.
Standing up straight...
Detoxifying my spirit,
purifying my body,
healing mySelf whole again.
Just.
Breathe.