White goddess seeping swagger
the hanging scorch of confident desire
a message from my toes tingling truth
Searing the swing and the rhythm
Childlike allowing for those I love
“Don’t look Back
too long my lovely"
(impossible to look back and learn…
for you already have)
“the massive knowing
let it all become a whimsical brush
of fluttering becoming.”
“Berating ones self in any instance
is much skillfully overdone and a bit boring”
(I blushed and agreed)
she then danced on butterflies seeing their dreams in
black and blue
“this is how it’s done”
“nothing sticks like glue”
Wow did she sound like the Grand Canyon?
I listened with a first teacher crush
I was available,
My ears were on
she smiled a secret ‘now nod’ and said;
“everyday mention to oneself;
the pain of skinned knee
hard prints of salvation do benefit your flesh – connections
for you are
who loves to be free.”
“Etch formula forgiveness with bitten fingers into earth"“the falling down, the getting up”
“Count them as favors and…
Turn over whilst down for the ‘count’"
See the various
Then it happened …
she laughed and stepped aside
Mighty tiger came with swings of staggering strips
I felt my fear slip down past my navel and opened up my legs of life
Twitching a little sigh of relief
I’ve a lush flower with blue vines that won’t let go
Wrapping a century of freedom and joy I became aware
“Fear not my ‘self’ of yesterday
my power to love is (((more)))
this very day”
Cease prattle of pain
That beckons to be scored on poster bed or snake skinned wall”
This is not about ‘mighty’
Nor your luminous end
Nor a heart that has settled for less
This is about your willow quest
To bend toward what truly has transgressed.
Here is always more,
Here is always a gap
Catch up to the light you keep shining
inside your empty chest.
Heart did flutter with pangs of letting go
Heart did beat louder a sensual
Lord Jesus loved his prostitute woman.
She chose a life to keep her humble
Is so much easier than scaling down
The wicked whom tremble
At the thought:
all are connected
She kissed my life and said;
“Enough my believer in joy
Go paint the sky
And birth as much as you are willing.
You have eternity to work all this out”
How very vast of her!
I ‘skipped to the lou’ my darling,
Linaji Sept 2011
“Transition To Time by: Linaji”http://www.redbubble.com/people/linaji/art/7683...
This is my angel of life in and out of all that I am.