Hmmmmm
sometimes I wonder about the connection
of everything and nothing at all
I rewind and fast forward
I compose and dilute
I move
v e r y
s l o w l y
or way too fast
do you even remember the time when I said shhhhh
not so much
or no
not too fast
or stop
I'm in control
or
never
ever
throw the crayons around you kooks
ohhh now they have stopped
and it is my turn too.
destruction will surely come if I do not refocus my attention on them
so farewell
for now

toasty warm

Today it is toasty
happy
soupy and wild
I am not feeling so whirled around
almost myself again
almost recharged
almost
I feel it, the next big push of good
the next wave of fun
the next period of less struggle
the spring time


this wild combination of ease and toil is getting more clearly defined
and now I must go read an enchanted tale to my little flower whose petals are bright again who is recharged herself
who is singing her song and needing her Mom
what greater purpose is there
really?

text fwith winged creature

and so here I am on the wings of love about to fly up to that love source in the sky.

winged creature

goodnite agian

Here we are again
the word
the font
the size
the time
to let the words come
like paint to paper
with sounds and thought instead of color
texture in the meaning
a creamy combination of syllables
a word with punch
a period
a space
all tools
in the creative language
all parts of that flow
and now I must go
to take a hot bath
unwind
in
that reproduction of amniotic fluid
warm and comforting
a soft flickering light
a quiet house
then sleep
and who knows where I'll go out there

goodnite my loves

It is the end of the day
just thought I'd check and see what was floating around in my head.
I am tired
Body tired
stiff shoulders
stiff jaw
but happy
and grateful
a quite house
and yet I fill that quiet stillness with these words

just let there be quiet
silly woman
goodnite
and sweet dreams.

lucid blue

Today I write in blue
a crystal blue
a blue so hot it could be flame
calming
warming
lucid
I feel this strength in my hands
the liquid blue blood in them is on fire
activated charged and I feel like the circle has somehow been completed.
The blood in those veins will hold this blue fire pulse until it touches air
until it's first breath
until it is through circulating within
blue

like ice cold like hottest flame
the sea reflecting the sky
the mirror
the wisdom
the continuation
the story continues to bend, twist
to advance and retreat to give us a glimpse and then return inside
much like the emerging head of a child about to be born
with that strong bold push it emerges
and during the breath in between it recoils inside as if to catch a last hug from it's mother
slowly the head is ready to be born
the process is well crafted and intelligent
it is well on it's way
a secret we all are holding
a wish we all have made
a magical world that we can access
if only we have the will to remember
it flows down through the veins
through the years
through time and into that timeless place
where you really think the house is levitating
but really it's just your baby being born
just new life arriving
just the majesty of being given the honor
to bring a child into the world
if that is not proof that we are not all God
all the time
yes that wisdom of creating lives within our beings, our structure, our knowing
let's remember that the brain is only a tool
it is temporary
just as our bodies are
but the wisdom underneath
the blue blood is carrying us along
on the ride
through this wild dream
if only we can wake to realize where we are
a glimpse will start the fire
and we will burn a royal, lucid blue.