Babe in bath.
Babe in bed's arms.
Babe be singing for gentle life's farms.
Farms full of fruitful glory bring life orchards of gust and glory.
We need to understand our place and role with our earth, mother and soul.
She sings and keens truth of whatever life's quandary.
We sing song of earth.
We sing song of many-- learning to understand her language that is complex and withstand.
We have a lot to learn in our linguistic demands.
Listen.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
Listen.
Watch.
Learn.
What next....
Be the path that is for the other growth benefit; That is good.
You feel it.
We breath it.
Vashon sing it.
World listen, world listen...we be the island isolated frontier that explores it.
Truth be truth, no ego attached. It be what it be, learning from pioneers' language match.
The Earth be our Mother. The Soil our sibling knowing know. How we listen and digest is anyone's crap-shoot go.
Be it be solid and sound. Be it be solid and sound. Blessed our glory be round and forever found.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Intoxication Love
Love watch.
You of my mind life that might be.
You of my of mind that sings free and sing.
We are falling fast that feels so true and fool-pool real.
It is OK.
What we do is what we sing.
We no fool.
There is no thinking or can, just be and planned of the heart.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you Alex, for your long-hair honesty that floors me to still.
You of my mind life that might be.
You of my of mind that sings free and sing.
We are falling fast that feels so true and fool-pool real.
It is OK.
What we do is what we sing.
We no fool.
There is no thinking or can, just be and planned of the heart.
Love you.
Love you.
Love you Alex, for your long-hair honesty that floors me to still.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Queen Waiting
When are we ready to graduate to the next level that no one wants to talk about but every woman yearns to be?
That level of Queen. That level that cries:
I am Queen of my understanding. I am Queen of my Bee. I am Queen of every young lover who ever left the ocean for a Meal to Feel, Feel, Feel.
To the Floor, Floor, Floor where we all do something crazy and nice.
This is being Queen. This is being Proud. This is being Solid in the Cloud to be nothing meek but Tall Tall Tall in presence and home we find answers that were always known.
Be the power to remember to learn from the fear that ate our plates away. Japan destruction that still hurts more with each day. These are scares to remember, these are scares to full-focus-make. We are the solution if only to listen to the make, brake, forsake of all human-kind to create.
This create is of something true and more honest than the hearts of young lover's zeal.
This is human.
This is Queen.
This is the plight I see us women of our era who feel our grandmother feel-yas.
We
Are
New Live the Life of climbers, diggers, grinders, holders, formers can do.
That level of Queen. That level that cries:
I am Queen of my understanding. I am Queen of my Bee. I am Queen of every young lover who ever left the ocean for a Meal to Feel, Feel, Feel.
To the Floor, Floor, Floor where we all do something crazy and nice.
This is being Queen. This is being Proud. This is being Solid in the Cloud to be nothing meek but Tall Tall Tall in presence and home we find answers that were always known.
Be the power to remember to learn from the fear that ate our plates away. Japan destruction that still hurts more with each day. These are scares to remember, these are scares to full-focus-make. We are the solution if only to listen to the make, brake, forsake of all human-kind to create.
This create is of something true and more honest than the hearts of young lover's zeal.
This is human.
This is Queen.
This is the plight I see us women of our era who feel our grandmother feel-yas.
We
Are
New Live the Life of climbers, diggers, grinders, holders, formers can do.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Young Heart
Young Heart I hear your turmoil of being something that feels insane.
Young Heart you feel the divine sensation of losing nothing and gaining everything, just to be true/full/real to the other that can come close to completing you.
Awful and glory saying this to be true. Yet how are we suppose to be anything more than
heart of truth yelling for you?
You are fearful of losing something that has been hurt before. That is the way of understanding how we live for self and new appendage addition.
How you hold hands during the transition of making your way to meet eye to eye is your own to create, how lovely to greet the unknown known.
Laughing, laughing. Learning, learning.
Young Heart you feel the divine sensation of losing nothing and gaining everything, just to be true/full/real to the other that can come close to completing you.
Awful and glory saying this to be true. Yet how are we suppose to be anything more than
heart of truth yelling for you?
You are fearful of losing something that has been hurt before. That is the way of understanding how we live for self and new appendage addition.
How you hold hands during the transition of making your way to meet eye to eye is your own to create, how lovely to greet the unknown known.
Laughing, laughing. Learning, learning.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Clenched Jaw
Hold it in, see what you can do.
Hurts more than the pain that was inflicted on you.
Do more,
See the clenched jaw syndrome as a pour popped that resonates and descends to what is growth Core.
Many times it hurts and we don't like to indulge with the details or the language that makes us ache and sore.
I know he see me. I know I see him. And ten years later why are we in this bend? Because we are solid because we are cool...because we be making to the lift and the full.
I love you Alex.
I love you Alex.
I love you.
I love.
Alex.
Thank you for your Zen lend.
Hurts more than the pain that was inflicted on you.
Do more,
See the clenched jaw syndrome as a pour popped that resonates and descends to what is growth Core.
Many times it hurts and we don't like to indulge with the details or the language that makes us ache and sore.
I know he see me. I know I see him. And ten years later why are we in this bend? Because we are solid because we are cool...because we be making to the lift and the full.
I love you Alex.
I love you Alex.
I love you.
I love.
Alex.
Thank you for your Zen lend.
February 28, Wear Our Children's Colors
I read on the most amazing website (Glow In The Woods) of another family who share February 28 as the day of their child's birth/death. I was so moved by the entry and excited.
I would love to see the day of our children be of color--the color we feel represents our children.
For us, Nora was fire colors--reds and oranges. She is fire and light, burning us to a new level of understanding. She is our fire rose. Apricot spice.
Find your day of birth/death and honor it.
This is similar to Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday--a day to be grieved and honor celebrated all in the same moment. What was and what is to be.
These are the flags of our children.
I would love to see the day of our children be of color--the color we feel represents our children.
For us, Nora was fire colors--reds and oranges. She is fire and light, burning us to a new level of understanding. She is our fire rose. Apricot spice.
Find your day of birth/death and honor it.
This is similar to Martin Luther King Jr.'s birthday--a day to be grieved and honor celebrated all in the same moment. What was and what is to be.
These are the flags of our children.
Perculation Points
Wonder walk
ponder
blunder why the world so pound-by-pound ground to the pulp
all
to make us guess
and guess.
Why the steam needs to rise and escape our widow's mess.
I cannot sit nor can I silence the
loud voice of spirit that never leaves my side.
It is what It is.
I am blunt
I am proud
I love for the whole of non-look-ground.
So I may find the oceans we family have crossed to adventure the ultimate pride.
I never know if my voice is mute or harsh.
How it is taken is anyones' to hide or touch chest.
I am native.
I know it so.
She my grandmaman of French Canadian blood.
He be of middle continent native grown.
And together I feel them in every story I unfold.
My third and forth are from pioneer, Anglo descent.
They are honorable, silent and the same soil mend.
I cannot deny them any more then they silence their solstice message sent.
I hear them.
I learn them.
I raise children to instinct them.
May this be the newness of lesson world:
meshing how it remains orbit with so many stories told.
ponder
blunder why the world so pound-by-pound ground to the pulp
all
to make us guess
and guess.
Why the steam needs to rise and escape our widow's mess.
I cannot sit nor can I silence the
loud voice of spirit that never leaves my side.
It is what It is.
I am blunt
I am proud
I love for the whole of non-look-ground.
So I may find the oceans we family have crossed to adventure the ultimate pride.
I never know if my voice is mute or harsh.
How it is taken is anyones' to hide or touch chest.
I am native.
I know it so.
She my grandmaman of French Canadian blood.
He be of middle continent native grown.
And together I feel them in every story I unfold.
My third and forth are from pioneer, Anglo descent.
They are honorable, silent and the same soil mend.
I cannot deny them any more then they silence their solstice message sent.
I hear them.
I learn them.
I raise children to instinct them.
May this be the newness of lesson world:
meshing how it remains orbit with so many stories told.
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