A hilltop castle
offering stability
to see
like never before
sharpened clarity
spectrum colored view
one bliss filled i remains true
perspective
An Era of Illusion
Silly to have lived in an era of illusion
perhaps it still exists
though my lenses have shifted
i am just me as perfect as i can be
like no one else I’ve ever really known – all me
allowing myself the freedom of expression, of expansion
letting go of someone else’s – society’s version of perfection
accepting and cherishing my uncommon thoughts
my varying actions
i am me, this is me
holding true to my inner self
it is higher than i can comprehend
the world continues to transform
a unique and individual place indeed
understanding depths of my soul
that I’ve only brushed by before
trusting that i am my best me
knowing that changes each moment
embracing the ever morphing reality
laughing in it, loving in it, growing in it….
Red Rubies
Drawn in by red-
a sudden need to have it in my life again
red hair
red bag
red ruby jewelry
power and connection to my source
utilizing the energy to revitalize and reenergize my soul
like a bull in the coliseum it fills me with fire
I feel the noble wisdom emanating from my heart
like a guardian angel helping me to change
holding my hand protecting me as I transform and shift frames
it lifts me up – encourages me
and reminds me to “Follow My Bliss”
the red, the rubies hekp me to see in the dark
showing a clearer path absent of resistance
i was an am a love being and I remmeber this truth.
I choose my life with eyes of love
and strength from the Divine to chart and venture onto my path
I am precious, rare and beautiful.
I love life and it loves me tremendously.
Spiritual wisdom, Knowledge, Health, Wealth, Bliss, Transition, Change, Choices
Trying on a New Dream
Dreams of soup filled test tubes
slip on this new view
take a sip – see if its you
sample, experiment, try it on for size
there’s absolutely no obligation to buy
even if you do – rest assured sweet infinite soul
as in this great smorgasbord
everything has a shelf life
everything can be exchanged for less or more
Today in the sunlight you stand in a shared reality
the “collective conscious” so they say
I stand as a tall white woman
yet in my sleeping dreamtime I can be anything
last night a minature latino
anything is possible…
larger than life indeed –
new found confidence and self-esteem
waking dream…
sleeping dream…
slipping on a new view.
Kaleidoscope
Looking through the kaleidoscope of life
from my heart through my eye
I see brilliant colors, the earth and the sky.
I’ve gazed at these shapes for years upon yars
but until recently when I’ve learned how to die
to let go of what I’ve always known
shifting my lenses into the great unknown
and seeing yet again through my kaleidoscope
brilliant colors, the earth, the sky and love
love painting and casting its light upon my world
tis the same instrument I’ve always looked through
only now I see the importance of the changing view
transforming my world and the way I see it
while remaining the same perceiver
as I’ve been… evolving, morphing, transforming
my body, my mind, my spirit and my soul
so torquing my kaleidoscope became natural.
Flowers
Flowers in bloom
in a field
on a ledge
in a pot
at the end of my pen
in my head
out of my heart
reflected in my eyes
held in my hair
as the universe spins round
thoughts on the american dream
swimming around
in the dream
sometimes in the warmth
in the light way up high
and other times
yes they happen too
i find myself in the deep
dark cold blue
all various shades
of the mighty spectrum
of life… of the dream
the american dream
or whatever that seems
the collective unconscious
the one thats planted
from a bygone era
the one that isnt mine
that isnt yours
but belongs to those
who hold the strings
who orchestrate the show
once i stepped outside
away from the scene
thats its all so mindless
we’ve been cogs in the machine
its hard to see this
when thats all we see
but ive seen more now
and can’t return
i know theres another way
than the “american dream”
that silly silly american dream
or whatever that means…
A Flower…
a flower in a garden
in a forest
or in a pot
found in the hair of goldie locks
worn around the neck
or grasped in a hand
fresh
dried
frozen
plastic
painted
beauty that shapeshifts
a flower ~ just an illusion
based on the viewer
Back in Time
back in a time
where values are antiquated
old fashioned ways
conservatism
outward appearances
singing at the pews
wasn’t ever really from here
i just spent time
my time, i needed to learn
i can survive
i must know one extreme
to experience the other
i have to know senseless order
to have perfect chaos
intentional freedom
i must know the mold
to break from it
it isn’t my mold
that is utterly clear
as i find myself back here
Perspective
All about perspective
different angles
different light
different shadows
different sight.
so take the best
and run with it
sit with it
laugh with it
flourish with it
accept it
BE it.