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

~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

 

The Queen of Fire

Image result for rebirth from fire art       (The Phoenix by Boris Vallejo)

 

The Queen of Fire

 

When shaky legs,

Balance normal.

Co-dependent chaos,

Sever formal.

Magic- hiding,

All along.

With fortitude,

Inherited strong

Rickety scaffold,

Must burn to ashes.

Training wheels:

Thought to save the gashes?

Hurt your ability,

In living broken.

Tears now stain,

You feel them choking.

But think of them,

As spring time rain.

Watering souls-garden,

Knowledge ascertained.

You forever endure:

Called the Queen of fire!

Rare blessing of bravery,

Keep your kingdom inspired.

Hold your head high,

Let them see your pain.

Beautiful goddess of fire,

Your soul is arcane.

~m

 

Imbue

I’m never not looking or waiting for you:

 

Bold crickets serenade the watching moon,

And I think of you.

Gentle breezes lift tiny curls on my crown,

And I feel your understanding touch.

The smell of the first heavy raindrops from a frantic summer storm,

And I taste the charged flavor of you.

 

You dance with all my unseen senses through nature,

And instinctively I open my lungs, my mind, and my heart.

Absorbing the tenderness of my emotion,

Swallowing your sentiment.

I no longer curse the subtle connections,

That tether us, not allowing desuetude of soul.

 

Come to me my love:

In animal song, in playful breeze and in savory rolling thunder.

Breathe into me inspiration.

Evoke and awaken forgotten connection,

Submerge me away with abstract hope ever so gently.

Believe.

The warmth of the sun holds the golden glitter of our hearts,

That innocent children delight and color their worlds in.

 

~m

 

 

Entreat

He spoke my name in whispers,

With a simple blistering kiss.

Etching my soul to yearn,

Reaching our forgotten reminisce.

 

Eloquent of humanity,

Recognition of his blood.

Lip upon lip:

I knew it was him, the one that I loved.

 

Come to me, dream darling

Cross the bridge and awake!

Reunited incarnated souls;

We will save the world from hate.

 

 

~m

 

 

 

 

Dream Leader

Follow my dreams?

No sir, I will not.

They are ‘my’ dreams.

I will lead.

And I will live them how I choose,

Deciding what compass and speed.

You will see me smiling, wind in my hair, with nothing but fires of determination lit in my eyes.

Watch my dreams chase me, and try to keep up!

For they’re mine, and a girl like me, only has her dreams.

Never lose sight of a dreamer like me, I will amaze by magic and show you the impossible.

~m

Acuity

Stained glass, Black Yang.

Rainbow perception, Translated slang.

Yin pigments, Brighten mood.

Looks of confusion, Ideas skewed.

Limited comprehension, Pulls down fools.

Looking up, Primary jewels.

Inside out, Looking reverse.

Normalcy- bleats rehearsed

Life experience, Shapes our lives.

Different steps, To stay alive.

Don’t judge, What you never knew.

Do what we must, Just to get through.

 

 

~m

 

Two-Stepping Twins

Hear me whisper curses,
Watch my lips run.
Catch my desperation,
Raking songs unsung.

 

Frustrations we celebrate,
Like the 4th of July.
Burn our ambition,
A spiteful nose alibi.

 

What a game of tactics,
Foreplay of the mind.
Respecting ingenuity,
Impressive masterminds.

 

Curiosity kills fur,
But keeps rapt attention.
Fascination’s sweet babies,
We’re stars shooting of ascension.

 

Complimentary magnets,
Dancing Yang and the Yin.
You dip and I’ll twirl,
Till we wake up in zen.

 

~m

Affirmation

For most:

The story ends

When goals are reached

And accomplishments blend

 

Their aspirations fade

When destinations reached

Contentment is enough

Nothing more to teach.

 

Or is there?

 

For I must be a different creature:

Never satisfied with status quo

My heart force beats thirsty

My inner fire aglow

For more adventure

My goals are lofty

But for tomorrow

Will not be enough

Stepping-stones for today

I will have to apologize

For Many mistakes along my way

But truthfully, I didn’t lie

Yesterday it was true

It was what I wanted

You see you inspired

I believed I was wanted

You allowed me to see

What I could do better.

You gifted me sight,

Gumption and treasure

I will be eternally grateful

For your saving grace

Not just friendship

But the cruel efface

Of knowing you exist

I’m forever in debt

So rich beyond measure

 

I will never give up

Trying to do better

 

~m