Luminous is the color between usA hug that invokes endorphins
Rushing blood rises to my cheeks I feel my temperature rise
You move me beyond words
In this wild world.
You move me in the music you make
Dancing in ecstasy
To the rhythm of love
Luminous is the color between usA hug that invokes endorphins
Rushing blood rises to my cheeks I feel my temperature rise
You move me beyond words
In this wild world.
You move me in the music you make
Dancing in ecstasy
To the rhythm of love
Love and light to you all. I thought about opening another account for the holistic, healing aspects of what I do and keeping poetry separate but I am all one in the same and that is ok. Sacred holistic arts is who i am and what I do. It has become my tagline for everything. So from now on I am going to share with you what I would with people who are in to the holistic aspects of life. Things I come across that will ascend the vibrations of humanity. This is the essence of the online class a holistic approach to creativity that I have been building . So from here on out I share, who I am and what I have learned so I can make others lives easier.
love and light
michelle
Is it just words?
do we live by our beliefs?
can we be held to standards?
or is it our own inquiry that holds our limits?
that we provide
a shield against everything that doesn’t
uphold our values…
stigma’s that we created ourselves
Can this define our secrets and what we share?
power that is sacrificed by our search for happieness
our quest for knowledge
and our desire to play the game
Love that takes a toll
and drains our vitality isn’t love
A soul connection should raise our vibration
letting us be free to be who we are
without the defence mechanisms
that difine what we do and who we can become.
the definition is just words it is the actions that matter
Boundaries that should be created by both
keep us safe in each others arms
keep us alive
in each others eyes
I am in love
there is no defining it
as it continues to grow each day
I am just that a woman
who is ruled by venus
who is of the stars
who values
this sacred being
and our connection
This video is about mandala work and creating the sacred intention of love in what you are making. The full how to video is in the course but this is a fast, fun way to watch art being pushed to the max. Sometimes when we want to give up on a piece you need to push it through for amazing results. I find this most in watercolors. This is a watercolor video that I made for my online class called ‘ a holistic approach to creativity it is a community building class about developing the fundamentals for a healthy lifestyle and learning to push through obstacles to produce art… the first half of the video I made my own music the second half I was inspired by Nicks, nora and Anon
check it out
https://sacredholisticarts.coursesites.com
I want to melt
into your sacred being
I am a sun dancer
trying to find reason
through the power of creation
a sacrifice for my life purpose
trinity love
my one regret
was losing our connection
playing in the golden light
I am your rainbow dancer
waiting for your music
so I can drum to find
our vibration
in the rhythm of the life
we share playing
our heart song
with the gentleness of a light breeze.
A caress that lights my soul
and gathers momentum as the tides
roll in for the night.
Touch me softly
where strangers don’t see.
Words spoken in the twilight hours
taken for love
given in love
waiting for love
to sweep me into a dream
off to a mecca
and island of delight.
Whispering for noone elses ears
a secret that wanted no one else to hear
between lovers
soul mates
so tied to each other
bonds not even dared ot be broken
protections from all the worlds
devistations in each others arms
moments that graced us as time stood still
My being pulses
quakes as you speak
enlightenment
engaging and seducing me with your knowledge
emanating power through wordporn
satisfying my thirst for wisdom
my quest for education
I am a sapiosexual being
attracted by intellectuals
aroused by the profound
tacenda they say
but my splashing in my genetic pool
my eggs are waiting
tacenda they say
yet these are things that need to be said
not passed over in silence
this isn’t a secret
directly observing
sifting through the macho guise
for scarce intelligence to pass on
dreaming with mizpah intent
I found you there…
our bond connected through time and space
connected through life and death
feelings of retrouvailles
enveloped my body
I dance with abandonment
retrouvailles your all mine for a day
You grab me
because I wasn’t expecting you to be standing there
I looked at your face the joy emanated from my body
as you had grown and I had changed
reunited for this moment in time
everything else stopped
it was just us again after time passed
I saw your face though your hair had changed
and couldn’t stop hugging you
like I had mastered time
you were there with me
my air sucked back into my lungs
alexithymia takes over
I just can’t describe my insides
my words don’t work
I grab my pen
scripturient takes over
I resend my capabilities
devotional and lethargic
giving the most to the divine
and attracting the kind of abundance
one must work for
slow like honey and methodical
I go through my routines
hoping to find the morning sun
to awake me from this dream
laying in the arms so comfortable
if I ever had a doubt
I put my ear to his heart and listen
while the world tries to widdle away
at all that I have made
I listen to the beating
that keeps me safe
and smiles at this journey
because we are together
without regret
without reasons
that need to be defined
the world can continue to
widdle away
out of their own
ignorance
but my bliss
is mine alone
to nurture
when something so simple
as one of your oldest friends
becomes your lover
that trust
those memories
all turned new
again
when I opened the door
took a chance and let him in
to my chaos, my life
my house with the abundance
of love and overflowing dishes
he still saw me for me
for all that ever was, and will be
when turmoil and crazy tornados
threaten to destroy our world
he saved it gracefully
I am so thankful
to finally
breath
being held in arms so strong
the winds won’t lift my feet from the ground
rooted in this composted soil beneath our feet
the air can whip our hair in unison
as we kiss
like a savage warrior
coming home from a long battle
rest in my arms
feed your soul