Across the Cityscape

One night when I was fourteen and sleep walking 

I woke up and found myself staring out at the night sky.

There was a light that gleamed from the Pleiades,

the place where you and I were birthed into love,

where we first opened our eyes.

When I'm next to your side, I sense a vast history

where we've exercised our right 

to bridge peace where others would fight.

There's this place that only exists when our eyes lock tight,

one iris of yours is the key and the opposite lens

on my laugh lined face is the lock.

The door opens us up into a room 

where we can paint and draw and dance and sculpt.

I see you with a springtime smile,

spinning connections of fireflies

while I summon swimming sunfish 

to jump for your delight.

 

All of my cells, down to the neutron, are telling me 

that you and I have shared particles since 

the beginning of time, we've been responding like

morse code flashlights from windows 

across a cityscape of blinking signs.

I feel a fire in my veins that pulses with desire

for your lips and thighs, 

loving vibes and entrance to the fortress of your mind.

This elated flame surges deep in my arteries too,

causing a force of vulnerability to give myself over to you.

Rarely are we lucky enough to understand our alignment

and resist less to our own fear for long enough to find the

ones we are suppose to know.

I honor and respect you in honest thankfulness 

that our acorn we have fashioned from the earth of our heart's

is now sprouting into the oak tree seedling.

With tenderness I promise to water and feed

our divine love created by you and me.

Outloud

The movement is now underneath me like the river under my leafy skin, my veins swell with the realization:
I am now in a new canal that leads to the ocean.

I am the ocean, the river, the leaf and the sunlight. The movement is me and I am the space that creates Love.

If I see my emotions as a piece of me, I can look objectively and master my reaction.
Time seems to be in this forward dance that spins me around and laughs in my face when I attempt to grasp at it, as though I was the one who was in control. That's when I learned how to let go.

There is nothing more powerful than feeling the thumping song that your heart sings when you realize what you really need and can tell the Universe OUT LOUD.

I screamed and cried into the sky until I felt the weight of a million frogs jump from my spine,
like pouring a glass of wine to toast to a celebration, my soul lit a fire, a spark to find my heart's desire: to love and to be loved in return. To recognize what I deserve and to be open to the love from the universe.

Setting in motion the leaf, releasing my grip from the rotten tree roots, I slid down stream and turned around to release all that was behind me, to see, to navigate clearly the eddies and rocky banks battened with boulders that I should avoid

Nor my Neighbor Down the Street

While searching for the light that kills the bacteria
they found a light that reprograms the cells,
a light that rewrites the souls,
and a light that travels nowhere
except it's everywhere.

And while they were at it
they had to consider proportionate
quantum integers that existed
on the other
side of the worm hole,
-)))That swirling mass that spins faster
than the speed of any light
so quickened by madness at onehundred&eightysevenmillionmilespersecond that it traps
light and anything else in sight
in order to deconstruct, to pull a part the atoms and reconfigure,
like the mouth of Pluto
sucking our dear Persephone into the crust
into the depths of the earth itself,
the blackness was all consuming
til her mother scorched the soil with revenge
and Pluto freed her but with some leverage
to bring life back and repair the burns and then in winter she returns.
Her sacred release brings our pomegranate
lips the yearned for Spring bliss,
a well intact rite of atonement
earned in the winter drifts for those who survive it.

So do the blackholes too transform and release the 
light to some flipped compartment of space and time?
Do the particles ride through and bring light to 
another side? 
These were the questions they began to ask
as humanity looked back with a vast flabbergast,
they had exacerbated the fresh water which all life has a constant need,
the land became void of air giving trees,
all beginning with the lust for greed.
But we have not done this, you and I nor my neighbor down the street,
How can we be held responsible for changing the way we all see?
And then as though a light bulb had gone off above them,
everything clicked. Our old ways must be swallowed by generations
who detest the exploitation of the needy. The future is only foreboding if we allow for
the greedy to succeed. 
The darkness must transform the light and in this yinyang eddy
they found their peace.