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Forest dance

As you stand in the forest and understand. 

Each tree has its own song

It’s own beat. Each forest is a symphony of miracles

Dancing in the wind.
Bending and swaying in the wind.

Giving into the flo of life.

live of all creation growing and thriving.

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Visionary

A life of learning In a for boding reality

I transcend into spirituality

Learning and loving the inner workings of my mind.
Dancing on the matrix

As I heal 

While asking for permission 

And guidance in the regeneration of cells.
Taking out impurities

To uncover your souls master plan.

More than an image in these times of complex matters of tangible bliss.
Freeing yourself from illusionary bonds

Visionary artists 

Exploring the depths of these realms

Mastering imagery 

Dancing on dreams

Finding completeness 
Let me touch you and weave your inner canvas

Full of potential 

Changing your dna 

With energy guided

By the light of the moon, sun and stars
Revising disbelief 

Releasing you from reality

And the stagnation of bureaucracy 
Meditate in the light of the moon

Letting the rainbow illuminate your soul clearing your chakras 

Making you whole. .

We are one

For this moment 

In time

We are one 

love
Let go of your oppression 

And control over others,

Realizing the core of 

everything you are 

Everything you ever were

And all you were meant to be.
Embody alignment of freedom

To learn and love

To be loved and taught through connection and respect.
Overcoming oppression and disillusionment.

Be grateful for all you have experienced 

because now you have a greater understanding of empathy and compassion as you stand in the light and smile
As you stand in the forest and understand. 

Each tree has its own song

It’s own beat. Each forest is a symphony of miracles

Dancing in the wind.
Bending and swaying in the wind.

Giving into the be and flo of life and live of all creation growing and thriving.

nature/35/soul love saga

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Nature’ is in guise
-a gesture of reality.
A quiet moment among flowers
Only surpassed – by the rustling
Of the canopies leaves
A treasure tropism guided by Magik
Automatic reflex- igniting mystery
A proboscis unraveled into nectar,
Because of the   toes tasting…

In the pachysandra
Tickling wet from dew
Escaping aroma
Sentence
Interrupts my sentiments

‘Nature’

In her purest voice simplicity-spoken words
Through her humble movements- oceans and rivers
Waterfalls and tides
A voice that begins in a whisperer
Crickets-birds- rodents
Growing louder in an enthusiastic roar
Lions-tigers and bears
‘Nature’
Is the most unreasonable in
Her earth quaking soul shaking way
Unforgivable tornado plow driven ways
Leveling and over taking
She continues to grow over our decay
Making right of all our wrongs

touching the sky/35/soul love saga

*Touching the sky

My momma said
these roots that I grow will stabilize me
yet they have held me down
and strangled my wings
feather by feather
like the leaves that fall
on the wind
they drift back and forth
on unforeseen currents
I hold out my hand tryin to catch the last of the warmth
the feathers provide as they leave

my roots in the paper work
each time I sign my name
I do it all for my children
every promise sends
more of myself in search of nutrients
so to stabilize me
us
yet I grow
my spirituality not yet
touching the sky
My spirituality rooted out
        out of chaos
shared as my hair dreads
as I dread repetition

My mind wanders as I soar,
tell death I do my part

touching the sky/35/soul love saga

winter 2013 659*Touching the sky My momma said these roots that I grow will stabilize me yet they have held me down and strangled my wings feather by feather like the leaves that fall on the wind they drift back and forth on unforeseen currents I hold out my hand tryin to catch the last of the warmth the feathers provide as they leave my roots in the paper work each time I sign my name I do it all for my children every promise sends more of myself in search of nutrients so to stabilize me us yet I grow my spirituality not yet touching the sky My spirituality rooted out out of chaos shared as my hair dreads as I dread repetition My mind wanders as I soar, tell death I do my part

earth

winter 2013 659

The sound of pitter pattering echoes around me, a wave of inertia sinks with each passerby. The vibration of all those who matter fills my surface. Children grow, run and play. I know each one. I have felt each being transform into adulthood. Growing with each step I feel each and every cell divide and multiply around here. Aware of each tree winding their roots into the depths of my ‘skin’ the outer layer of my body , my crust.  I’m am constantly evolving, changing. Each building a domain that houses and sustains life. Providing cycles that are my breath heating and cooling, wet and dry. The magnetic force keeps us in orbit.  My body is yours… Who am I?

Our Mother Earth, Gaia, enables our existence with grace so that we may thrive as a civilization. She endures and supports all of our ventures. Ancient civilizations worshiped the earth goddess and women for the first 200,000 thousand years of humanity. She has seen evolution through her timeless years of existence. Sustaining us as we go about our daily business slowly becoming disengaged with our world her body.
One day while pulling invasive species from Highland park area in Western Massachusetts an elder of the Community in Western MA. Roberta, told me about” The Native American went to the Government and said ‘Why it that our good topsoil is is gone? It was black and full of minerals, the land was healthy and now it is sick with and barren?” Ever since then I notice more farming land where the land has been over sprayed and life is very formal. When I drive on the highways and roads  I see the vines taking down the trees strangling the very life of them. Large patches of invasive species killing the biodiversity. The summer green would hide it. I make dream catchers with some vines and my eyes look to see what I could create with all those vines if I had the time from fairy houses to arbors. Only I do not have enough time or hands to take on that challenge.

The earth is sick. The invasive species act like cancers or mold taking over our already delicate ecosystem. Roberta is the “Lone Ranger” of the forest area that covers this park. For years she has been focused on passing down her knowledge of plants to help enrich this amazing little mountain side of Sachems Head. She shared her passion with my family, showing us all the different types of plants that were inhibiting all of our natural wild life to thrive. We met her one day while playing catch with an owl. My girlfriend was throwing a ball to our dog and the owl thought he would try and retrieve it as well. He continued to do play this game  for a while when we came across her in the middle of a pachysandra patch; pulling and counting. Since then we have covered a lot of ground; Virginia creeper and bittersweet are no match for us. My kids  love to cut the vine with the big clippers and saws. We have collected the seeds between the thorns of a Japanese burning bush and bitter sweet. Pulled garlic mustard by the trash bag full just to watch the native plants grow. Many hands make light work.

This is our earth, the one and only legacy that we will really leave to our children. It is important to make mindful choice that will improve the life of the planet for generations to come.