ENCHANTED WORD

Beautiful. Delicate. Protected. Soft. Treat me as this rose. Treat me as you ought.

What a cool way to see myself As a work of art And one could say that I am beautiful.. And I do say that what you see are the colors of my heart In hopes to make your life more colorful.. I love you

“...Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us...” “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” The light within.. If our light dwells inside of us, if our true selves are made of stars, where does the darkness reside? Does the light live within the dark? It occurred to me that I am my shadow. If we look at what we beli...

All my life--or should I say--ever since I've been aware of myself in comparison to others, I've lived in shadow. My peers seemed as though they were in a perpetual stupor or trance. I was the only person "looking," or able to look. That's a biased perspective, of course. I wanted to join them so badly. I wanted to be free in expression and dancing and social norms. I wanted...

I dreamed of flight and ascension to a magical world in the clouds.  The emotion and realism I have not the heart and skill to tell. I flew in the open carriage of an invisible zip line. Oh, the blast of winds and breath left thin roused dilation in my eyes.

I heard something that would have frightened me had I been just a bit unchanged: Thunder. There was no storm--only peaceful rains with warm winds--and loudly shouts this isolated thunder. I felt something. Not fear, but curiosity. What a peculiar sound this was. It sounded as though a large something was cracked open, or rather, because the sound rolled on, like the firmament was being peeled back...

I Am Not Fallen Maybe I chose to come down Maybe I wanted to dwell here. I am not fallen. Please do not think this way. For, Angels do not fall, we choose.

Oh, the allegory of Moses of famed prestige. Born as a slave. Raised with the Kings. Sacrificed! he did His "status" royal To remember his brothers and endure their toil. Murder! he did as he was compelled to do when the stench of oppressor grew too crude. Flee! he did to die in the wild, to be born a man with God in his head. Freedom was not enough with his brothers in chains. He shared...

He moves as gracefully as a ballerina. Yet, his life has been hard as stone. Oh, the gentleness I find when he touches me signifies that his touch is home. I will heal him all the way with the might of this real love. I will find him again some day. This I know...This I know from above. This I know from above. This I know from above. This I know from above. This I know from above..

If I could use all my might, I'd still have a glow in the night. I'd frequent in energy--a night star within your reach. You touch me and feel my soul. To you, I impart the glow. We wander and wander long--lighted path shows where we've gone. Behold my wonder lover and take of me all that I offer. We've got it all because love, in truth, began with us. It's right here. It's...

People are so...I don't know. The term for them escapes me. A fat person now thin holds up his chin Now all fat people are lazy. A he or a she reads a good read And has some measure of understanding. Now everyone who questions their unsolicited lessons are "ignorant motherfuckers" worth ending. An autodidact keeps his ego intact when he speaks his opinion as law. And he toils away fo...

This is for those, like me, who forgot many things due to the busyness of life. Working and raising children take their tolls, but try to take the time to remember that which you loved in your youth. For me, it was dancing, reading, drawing, poetry and writing, singing, and, most importantly, playing. Continue to do everything you love; my memory has come back to me now. I have called back my disp...

We are etched into the fabric of forever, You and I, oh love. In the chasms of our souls--in each other-- there is no end to the discover.

I choose love; I choose life in Heaven; I choose Eternity; I choose my power; I choose freedom; I choose wisdom; I choose righteousness and beauty. ...and when the time comes for me to unite with my love, oh, at the place of our ritual of consummation, the Heavens and Earth will rejoice. For, He is the Heavens, and I am the Earth.

I wonder if, after the kids have grown, we--you and I--will float off into bohemic surreality.  Could we be so high and weightless? Cool. Adrift in a sea of us and nothing, of color and misty limbic heat.

I wish I could see the sounds of the silence that I become aware of when all goes quiet. I imagine them to be as hypnotic as the northern lights or as mysterious as the stars.

I’ll not spend my days neglected and lonely because you love me. I’ll gladly spend my days alone and in true company—loving myself.

I am screaming on the inside-- the part of me that has been hidden since ever. I am almost free.. I can taste the sight of new vision. I can smell the aroma of the new. I can hear each hair on end as it shouts and praises its inherent truth.

I can quickly identify the sadness present in others, for it is often present in me. This makes it so much easier to feign a smile. No matter how I feel, the sun lives in my smile, and I can still shine in a stranger’s gray sky. My smile becomes theirs, and they can shine in mine.

Oh, Dear me, How can it be that I have never seen a full sky of stars..?

As the cycles of highs and lows go round,sometimes the lows linger. During those times, it's imperative that I fill my mind with positivity, life, and memories. However, I tend to be distracted with my daily workloads. And so I forget things. I almost forgot about the magic of Love and Romance. I still believe that it's still possible for me. I had almost forgotten the beauty and possibili...

In order for matter to vibrate higher, the vibration must go faster and get lighter. In order to go faster, it must heat up. When it's hot, it expands like sand into glass. Heat..heat..up..up.. Let's get hotter. Let us burn. A weed transforms into smoke when it burns. Transforms into smoke, into spirit. Like everything does..And everything does. And the memories of the seed now enter me wh...

Trees stand here rooted and immovable, submerged as though undersea, graceful and gentle revealers of the breeze. Could elephants be trees in disguise? Reborn in flesh. Animated and grand among the others. I wonder if they existed everywhere before. Watching. Guiding. Protecting. Paving the paths for our journeys through  wildernesses. Subjecting themselves to our dominion. Feigning "tame&quo...

I can reach a multitude and be experienced without a word. But when I speak, to only a few, I can be heard.

I wonder if my life is on the brink of spiraling out of control or if I'm on the path to ascension...if there's such a thing. I choose, however, to believe in the beauty. But, Can it get any better? And could it get any worse? What is my life for? Silly girl, you already know. Oh, I've answered this question long ago. So, the proper question becomes, why am I powerless? Because I am so...