ENCHANTED WORD

Common knowledge, I think, is the idea of what "humanity" is, what "humanity" looks like, what "humanity" does. Generally accepted is our soul-bearing attribute. Soul-bearing. And so there are beings that are not soul-bearing. They harvest souls and behave and think in a manner that is not of a kind that is human, Of a kind of human, Of a kind human, Of humankind. I t...

Of a lumen, I write. Barren are the walls. Darkness reveals a soft glow.. Exquisite in my sight. Mysteriously alive. A flame collects my mind. Captured mine eyes. I cannot look away. From its dance and trance, Thoughts escape..

His words are so beautifully poetic that they float into my heart space and into the dark recesses of my mind and emanate throughout.  With his song, I know, he can rule the way I move..

I imagine him.. And I want to consume all that he is All of him. And I want sweating from his pores all that is me All of me. An integration. A consummation.

All yours becomes my heart-- Heart of gold and green-- Sated not And burning hot Nothing in between.

Like the eyes of Jalaluddin when he looked at his Jodhaa, gratitude will flood the eyes of He who looks at me. So shall it be. So shall it be. It is Spoken. It is Sung. It is Done.

I require communion with the wise and ancient. Are they gone because they were not passed into memory? Or are they waiting in the veil, lingering with patience—for me?

I often think to myself that if I could feel all the love that "God" feels for all of creation, and subsequently the emotions that inevitably result from when looking out into just our world--bliss, joy, grief, anger, regret...rage--my heart and mind would explode.

"10 Minutes a day you must spend with me," said the kind, sweet evergreen tree. Such was the remedy that he prescribed to me when I asked if he, to me, would stillness teach. He sounded like Gandalf--a projection of my mind. He explained it when I asked the reason why. "But don't bring your phone." Goodness, How could he know? I focus only when I'm completely alone. &qu...

He caught my scent on a windy day; My skin had the taste of lemongrass. I was afraid at first when he landed, but that was short-lived. I did not panic. It wasn't invasion but aromatic invitation accepted instinctively. He searched this surface with mind on his purpose, and I watched silently. Across my hand and around my fingers, he tickled in search of something sweet. I giggled, too, and da...

Nearly all of my poetry Is meant to be Doubly Spoken and sung That’s how it breathes. That’s how it's done. It begins as emotion In my womb,  In my heart,  And I dance To give it form, Purpose, Spark. The dance is a ritual That I quite enjoy. For it employs A creative whole That most ignore. And then I give birth To something New and old The words were always here; The new is the story told.

Vision, in an instant, gave me desire for you. But as your mind poured into me–and as you drank from mine–desire bloomed into something lasting and true. …but that’s my little secret..

The tablet of my heart can be read by the OMniscient One. ..so I believe... What is there to fear? I want to dance in the wild and let mind usher forth from my mouth.. and lose and make, create. I want to let go and forget this tongue and this life.. I die. I die. Make past this me....Make past this me. Make fast my Free. What is there to fear? What is there to fear? There is only love--only love....

His name remains on my lips and tongue, The depth of our connection in the recesses of my mind, Memories on the forefront of my thoughts, with love emanating from the hollow of my heart..

Alas, I know that my wait has been in vain. You and your words have been to me like an elaborate castle built from the sands of the ocean shore at high tide. And with all the might of my mind, I have held back the tide like the tears I have yet to cry. I remain here, stuck in a seemingly endless loop--a moment in time holding back the tide. The castle is a beautiful dream and my power ill-spent. I...

Is not crying a mild detox? For with my tears released a pain deeply buried in my gut. I cannot cry like that again, no, not for the same ancient reason. The way is shut. I cried not a river, but more, but scores! I cried years from infantile bed. I cried memories and a longing so long forgotten so rocking, It split my head. I think I wept at night as a child. I think I did before. Now, I weep lik...

..the nature of mankind, archaically speaking: He, exercising such terrible control, such terrible dominion over us, lacks the ability to exercise it in any way over himself. Bound in our bones are we, and that's the way you prefer. For, otherwise, you would never be worthy of the beauty and abundance carried in Her. You don't want to become worthy. You only want to inherit the Earth. She...

I keep your divinity sacred, holy, connected. I keep you morally and mentally sound. I keep you vibrating high as you deal with the present evils of the physical realm. You are out of your purpose and have thus become a monster. Come back to me. Re-Member. Collect yourself. Call back your mind. We are the original and perfect dynamic duo. Return and bathe righteously in my waters once again. Retur...

I've known for a while, but never was it real to me. I heard Truth as a child, and now, Truth, I feel and see. "Listen to your grandmothers," they say,"From grandma's mouth." Grandmothers lost till today; they came from the North and South. For words survived from women I never met. In my mother's eyes and these words that she said, they spoke to me, my grandmothers...

When all is thought, said, and done, the quest ends where it began-- with the setting and rising sun. The quest ends with a question when I am not where I'm supposed to be. Adrift in the Sea of Same Thing. With shores beyond my sight's reach. Anything is Possible. It's in my hands and in these glands. An immaterial oar of morpheus sand. To manifest the land. The question begins the que...

Prolonged, romantic sex Passionate, giving sex is a dance of vibration dissolving mortal foundation. It's a ritual, an opening spell cast upon Your Lover to unlock the body, uncover its Secret and the Secrets of Her Womb.... called Moria and Khazad-dûm. The Dragon's Lair, oh, Bejeweled Boon. I was innocent and unknowing. "We will know each other," he told me. And, oh, how intense...

Love inspires my creativity. Some time ago, one was sent to free my mind of religious bonds and certain social fears. He did so, and I am grateful for that. However, he could not love me properly, and that experience stripped me of this love and creativity...I diminished. I did, but not entirely. I cannot be totally gone. I cannot be rid of all that is completely and beautifully me. Love has alway...

The day approaches it's end. Questions enter my head: How do you want to experience the day's end? You haven't walked today. Do you want to feel accomplished or regretful? Energized or sluggish? Peaceful or worried? And so...accomplished is better. I choose this. Energized is better. I choose this. Peaceful is better. I choose this. I choose this. I choose this.

Every time I come down, I am changed, and I promise you for the better. I'm processing and healing. To those of you who are supposed to know me, I'm seeing myself now, and you can too. This is me being vulnerable, and I'm calling out to you.

From every aspect of God's perfect character is made a totem pair. So all of nature becomes a mirror that you and I share. A plant and an animal EACH for curiosity and wonder, for gratitude and kindness, integrity and grandeur. Every bit of Goodness is God. Here for you to see. Know who you are and the Nature of you. Nature is full of color. Color, my dear. Goodness in God is made from us for...