Quantum poetry/Soul love saga/39

My Quantum  poetry is like

that moment you get to a lake

after a hot day.

The traffic was rediculous,

You worked outside all day

You really wanted a drink,

to kick your shoes off and do nothing all night.

Except listen to your waterfalls and crickets around a fire.

Here at the lake…

Water sparkles beckoning me to the center.

My quantum poetry is like

a million thoughts in that one moment

summing up the completion of a lifetime

this and last; good and bad energy and raising vibes.

My quantum poetry is like that water

still and cool to the touch as I paddle to the center.

Tree’s and mountains completely surrounding me

as I balance and do yoga totally present in the moment.

focused on everything to balance

as the sun penetrates my skin.

My Quantum poetry is like the breath.

As I slowly move through all the poses

in my practice.

I am keenly aware

of my inhalation keeping my center.

Gravity is the matrix

of energy I regulate

knowing eventually

one pose is going to send me over the edge.

Totally saturated in the middle of the lake,

in the middle of Giai’s womb.

My quantum poetry is like my quantum spirituality

educated and ravious in finding balance.

Illuminating the darkness

covering my soul like a patchwork quilt

picking patches of what feels good

to keep my warm

at night

giving me something I can feel.

Meditating as I sew it all together

knotting each wish as

we are stardust.

we are our own shooting stars

as our conciousness is fleeting

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naked truth/39

I wear my skirts long

with nothing underneath

so I can feel my flowering pheromones

awakened by spring

naked feet

muddy earth

alive from the new sun

warming the face of our existence

warming me

we are all just one part of a whole symbiotic relationship

with giai

my skirts flow in the wind

caught on nothing  except landscape

that passes us by

in the mornings that still exists

but I just keep walking down my path

over obstacles that try and take over.

One last reach for freedom

with unwavering faith

that only fools feel

when the depths of loneliness shadow

every day preoccupation of motherhood

strong and stable like a pillar

portrayed by a community

with little choice

it’s all I can do not to escape

or runaway yet keep moving forward

on the earths rotation around the sun

filtering the abyss between mind and reality

right and wrong

while nurturing

us all to grow

learn and play

while becoming good world citizens

because i can’t someday.

There is nothing between Giai and I

no secrets to unfold

or stories untold

just naked truth

nothing between the stars and I

but star dust and atmosphere

imbolic winter morning/39

I cherish these quiet mornings.

Before the kids wake up and everyone is asleep.

Nestled in their blankets warm

on a cold winters day.

I use to resist the urge

but came flying out of my bed

to tell my story.

Maybe I crawled between

the kids sprawled like a litter of kittens

more because I was lonely.

My dreams were lying again.

Waking up with no arms around me.

Without my friend to make me laugh

or share that drink.

Either way

I am here.

listening to the bubbling of the phishtank

and the humm of the coffee pot.

Keeping my vital essence  caffeine

dripping at 200 degree’s perfect.

I will be ready for an iv in a few (just a tired moms joke)

Today is the day

I let love win

or let it in.

Can I just let it in?

Open the door to my dreams?

I open up to imbolic and refuse negativity in my home.

Light my prayer make my wish.

Like singing that same song over and over again.

It’s just a wish

to make my family happy and healthy at all cost.

(Usually me, my sanity and work effort)

Putting aside what I want for what is best.

Admirable, right?

Time will tell feels like the mountains win again

heart to heart

We create our own bondage

in retaliation of our dreams.

Daring for moments of time to furnish reality

keeping up with appearances

with niave momentum.

Shouting directions to listless ears

creating more realities for the retaliation of our dreams

in order to serve a purpose

not clearly defined

in momentary reaction

to this stimuli

that dulls the spirit.

The chemical lullaby that shatters our twilights

so we can sleep

sleep off this life that is sleepless and dreamless

Awaken!!!!

wake up and live!

live pure and free

from bondage~

following your path

not like drones that signify your status

but like the divine creatures of creation

that paint the world

in search of happieness

and connection

heart to heart hugs

Dance with me

like youve never danced before

Ragged and worn/ quantum spirituality

Ragged and worn

Little imperfect pieces of the puzzle rAgged and worn
Tossed and turned until it fits just right engaged and ridged
Racing to make sense of reasons

running  rhythmic
firing

at synapses  in my brain

pulsing with enlightenment
engaging neurons
composing lyrics

that drift

on the escapades of my souls journey
A dance for which we can all partake
Music which sings in decibels

that heals
my heart
my mind and embodies me and my family
Singing as loudly as my voice will carry
Singing as loudly as I can
to heal my heart and sew my wounds
With threads full of magik knotted
in accomplishments
knotted in forbearance
that only survival can bear witness to this cross
Like a road diverged in complexity
Fires that ravage sanctuary
Teaching us

the only thing that matters

is our beings
Our bodies held sacred
in the arms of the community

we have given so
much too sacrifice
In return we are given what we need

for  a higher mind I prostrate
I prostrate for a higher mind
sacrifice for a stronger family
stronger families sacrifice
support for a community of well being
being well
rising for service
rising vibrations
raising vibrations
rising voices

Unexpected gratitude

Unexpected worlds

turning at speeds less deserved

not knowing

tonight is the blood moon

gorgeous salicous

sentances flow from the ether

to my hands to be read

by the likeness of minds

I gave all of me in moments

of bliss

just to be a part of something real

momentaraliy

trying not to judge my actions

living for the moment

I said almost everything

I needed to say

not everything

i wanted

I can not make something

from nothing

but can turn nothing

into art

feelings fronted

for a sacred act

feelings as real as the earth and sky

kissing the horizon where they meet

colours engaged in a tribal war

just to be free

not blended like a class

dictates

loving for the sake of loving

not blending

just loving

being in the moment

Grateful for the chance

to play

grateful for all that comes my way