Breathing

It’s called breathing

But in the intellectual sense.

 

Our lives are a series of up and downs.

Hills of highs

Canyons of lows.

You come together for the highs.

Falling apart for the lows

Only to come together again to climb.

Learning that you will let go, again.

In. Out. In. Out.

Breathing.

 

Each time you heal, you make room for more ‘air’.

Growing. Ascending.

Shrinking. Humbling.

Each growing season gives room for joy.

To make room as you exhale for sorrow

To balance for a winter rest.

 

So next time you hear, breathe.

Think balance.

Full circle.

Each revolution

Each gain

Each loss

Each rebirth

Each death

It all fertilizes our spiritual bodies

It gives us purpose

To awaken more

 

It’s life

It’s the gateway to transforming.

It’s breathing.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

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god’s of love and war are we

 

 

Merging back to wholeness:

It has always been our destiny.

We’re the gods of love and war,

trying to find our way.

Alike to Venus, cascading for Mars.

Meant to share our gift together,

a love-child Cupid,

To be a gate back to innocence

And a higher collective consciousness.

With our unique signature to contract:

We breed unconditional love.

To heal the world and it’s hurts as parents.

As mother’s and father’s to God’s children.

We are passion.

By loving ourselves,

We teach our love to you.

Lit with the heat of the sun.

Only we understand it’s pain.

It has been fated- The constellations.

The midnight-blue print of our mission:

To give love.

To be saved by love.

Ultimately to find union,

while eliminating human hate.

A blue chakra of communication drowns,

But in our excitement of heat,

Our connected 3rd eye is born.

Burning bright and hot in its ionized molecules.

We must collide and face the fears of stardust.

But what stubborn hearts are we?

To be so sacrificed,

And still so alone?

Always fighting the magnetism

Trying to continue to be separate poles.

In need of the flip of attraction.

Oh lover, what could we be?

If we learned to flip and yield?

Imagine the fabled strength as gods!

To protect each other’s weaknesses.

To be two expansive universe’s

Spiraling toward

Not repelling!

We could heal all life through love.

Avoiding disaster and Typhoon.

We were always meant to merge back to one.

Eternally advancing,

Toward our beginning.

And as for me, I will always travel light years

To yield,

To return back home,

Always to you.

 

~m

I Will Be Your Mermaid

Image result for neptune wrestling mermaid(artist unknown, statue in Berlin)

 

 

I will be your mermaid,

Come swim in my deep seas.

Listen to my shell songs,

While dancing fancy and stark free.

We can challenge epic legends,

And prove our salt-air stake.

Beading pearls from oysters,

For our treasured heart’s keepsake.

The seahorses will be our witness,

To our marriage beneath the waves.

Where we will caper and grow spry,

And laugh in secret pirate caves.

Come capture my fabled love, Neptune.

On my playground of shipwrecked vessels.

The sun can streak our tresses,

As moonbeams whisper cheerful freckles.

I will be your mermaid;

And always blow sails of kisses to you above.

Lets swim away together

To live eternal in a sea of our iridescent love.

~m

 

 

 

Beyond Realms of Scars

Tell me what lies beneath in the realms of the not awake,

And of my forgotten scars of despairing heartache.

Those that are hidden deep and shielded inside,

Injuries gorged sanguinary, those that gape endlessly wide.

But yet those beasties embed often indelibly,

Their memories used often, and as foreign weaponry.

Broken records that mean to skip in the same root scratch,

Keep our ghost alive, so they can strike the torturing match.

Conserving me secured, in a living but numb hell,

Not knowing if its the agony or the acrid smell.

While remembering a touch from the one….

                                  that still burns my skin.

Along with the hurts that lay larva, their new life itching to begin.

Deformed am I in anguish, letting the hopeless bugs crawl,

Crawling out of the cracks of sorrow, I watch helplessly in awe.

Resisting transformation to a beautiful broken creature,  but I will succumb,

For it is inevitable, even as I hide, that I will triumph but regretfully overcome.

 

 

~m

 

~For John

When I say- I love you.

I don’t say it to save you.

                                                                                                                 -I say it to destroy myself-

The old self,

The restricted self,

And my intolerant self.

I say those words-

Not because of you,

                                                                                                         -I say it to awaken-

To be reborn,

Leaning on self acceptance,

For my ascension to my providence.

 

But it is because of you-

That I now glow from within from the light of stars.

                                                                                                   -And because of  you-

 I will arise as a warrior worthy of love.

~m

 

Stubborn Sweet Waltz

Echos will always mirror, what was before.

Those holographic shimmers of hope, now fade in low light.

But still they serenade me so sweetly to my dreams, we were meant to waltz.

Strength fights with insecurity- oh, stubborn you!

Your voice yet remembered, casting tomorrow into prized mercury glass.

But fondly, I bow.

It is why I still love-

Those beautiful cracks of your speckled perfection!

The ones you thought you hid, they have always been my undoing.

The little boy, in need of a strong love of unquestioned redemption.

West or is it south? No bother, it’s all your wake I travel.

Despite turning cartwheels, trying to play with my head,

I would shake you from my heart, but you are rooted green!

For it’s that dreamy mountain haze, on cotton clouds I still recline for you.

Absent, I will continue to win blue ribbons,  and tie up my hair.

Waiting for double walls that call for our dance,

For the record, those stirring strings will betoken my return.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silent Venus

And when in silence,
I sit and think,
Worries forgotten,
And memories I thank.
I feel your warmth,
Still tug in my heart,
As Venus paints love,
While we are apart.
I know that soon,
when I go to sleep,
Safety I’ll find,
Dreams of you I will keep.
~m

 

Edgeways

As you rained down,

Onto my delicate skin.

I felt the heat blister,

To grow jungles within.

Feeling your groundswell,

Under my sieved gaze,

We were flagged,

Not lost,

Marked as yours-

Edgeways.

~m

He Found Me

He found me.

While I was sitting alone in suffering silence.

 

I was surrounded by old friends in comfort:

Loss, regret and loneliness.

 

Over the years of my lives, I had earned their trust and respect,

That they now offered me companionship every hour.

 

And I was content with them.

They were loyal friends.

 

Their familiarity,  a balm of ritual.

That, is when he found me.

 

That, is when he loved me.

 

Not for my failed beauty.

But for my solitude.

 

For he was the same.

 

He saw my peace, and fell.

 

~m