Wake up!

wake up you sleepy bear

wake up the morning’s here

the light shines through

that cracked old door

and sprays across the dusty floor

wake up Rumplestiltskin

wake up- this day is new

the coffee’s on

the eggs are done

the break-fast table waits for you

wake up, sleepy head

wake up before it's night

the sun is warm

outside we’ll run

wake up and feel the light

This one is 4 or 5 years old. I remember vividly how much it hurt to open doors for  someone who had been sleeping, only to later walk right out of one of them. I suppose I did what I was supposed to do. :)  I've been doing a little napping of my own, lately; I call it a cocoon.  Guess I'll just let the sun dry my wings, stretch a bit, then fly away.  I just hope I don't get eaten by a frog!

 

I want to thank you for lettin' me be mice elf again...

Lay on me your heavy
let me bathe in its newness
its ripeness and its fullness
let it lift me up
and make me something
more than I was thinking
that I would ever be

Let it make me...

Who's hungry?

Carnivorous

Prowling the hills
solitary we hunt
for sustenance we scour the earth

Finding the kill
that pertinent fill
but rooting for pain we’re just hungry again

Rip it to shreds
mouth dripping with blood
Coming up for air, we have nothing to fear

Can you survive the stream
Of the blood that flows
Can you rip it to shreds, will you break bread with me

Will you wear the warm pelt
As we worship the sun
And peacefully slumber once the feasting is done

Can the warmth of our flesh
thaw the raw of our souls
Can the depth of our truths quench us, the hungry carnivores

As they lay in the dirt
our hearts beating aloud as
The pokes and laughter rise from the finger-pointing crowds

But we march to the beat, unwary and satisfied

Can you swim up the stream
Of the blood that flows?
Can you rip it to shreds?
Will you break bread with me?

The great divide

We laud the rich colors of flowers
and rainbows and kittens

We enjoy big and small puppies
tall and short trees

Trees that give us fruit or
ones that shade us or help us breathe
are all necessary

Every fruit has nutritional value
and individual sweetness

Yet with people we have a hard time enjoying,
finding it easier to employ our differences.

Why?

Zebras

Every time we draw a line we deepen the crease between the kinds-ness of man
none of whom were born to anything other than love.

Not the Native Americans
the African Americans
Irish
Italian
German
Men
WOmen
children
White people
Gay people
poor
rich
homeless
invisible
space aliens
god
or animal

It's life.
The minute that we decide to lay down assignations of hatred and just see things for what they are, we will step out of it. We've all been victims, all paid our prices. Let's just get the fuck out of here.

The road show

You were standing kind of far from me
what was in your hands could not be seen

The joy in your dance when your heart took flight
called my own heart to join you as I was swept up by your might

The child in me would not lay down when I
saw the light seeping from your crown

I built you a road to come here, close to me
but I guess I'm the one whose movement is needed

So show me your hand so that I may dance too,
for I know now, that light and love are (y)our truth
 
"Spread the Light!"

The most incredible gift for me, was that of a friend who stared into my eyes while telling me what a gift I am to the world. Tears streamed down my face as I realized that my laments about not being worthy of love are simply not valid. Love has not passed me by-it has just slipped in, in a way that I never thought to look for.

So most humbly I thank all of the creatures as well as the earth and the heavens, who have shown and shared their light with me. This is why we shine our lights-so that we can find our way.  Thank you!

DJ 07 14 13 Silly dreamer

When I woke up this morning everything was different. My brown skin was glowing, I walked on air down the hallway and the morning light seemed as if it was shining from a new direction.

Everything is quiet except for the giggling of the wild parrots outside my door. The air is so still as I see the pine tree branches reaching toward me. If I reach out to grab one, will I get what I dreamed of?

Maybe I'm not really awake yet.
Maybe I am.

Uggghhhh...

Love is
not the stealing of your breath
it's not the con-damn-ation of your soul
Love is not the loss of what you live for
it's not the healing of your holes (it's the gunk that fills them)

It's just a simple gift of all
that my humble heart yearns to give
it's simple and it's willing
it's not cumbersome or costly
Love is not... a four letter word

I'm so sorry you never knew what I meant. I'm so sorry you never wanted to give me what I needed. Ahhhhh...it's only love. Moving on... Maybe someday I'll understand, although I'm not sure that I want to.