to the crumbling edge of CLIFF

TAKING IT TO THE CRUMBLING CLIFF

negotiations with wings
  these feet dangle miles high

We are working out a deal

~~~

 
talking destiny~

into talking karma~

into taking sides~

(with my best interest mind you)

~~~

THIS MEETING PLACE
where roads fall shy
blue wind can better caress
the thing

the earthly thing

~~~

SO IF FEET ARE SO IMPORTANT FOR EARTH

then wings must be equally important for ether?

seems pragmatic

I mean, we could try walking with wings...
or flying with feet
but it might be kind of klutzy

~~~

MY FEET STILL HERE
  relish the cliff
Undecided
  on purpose

but

ninety five percent aroused by possibility

~~~

CLIFFS ARE SEXY
THAT'S WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY

Inside of Me

Inside of Me

the

Universe

*

Velvet Midnight
tosses light against resting lids
and
waves of bliss zoom by

*

Can I say orgasmic?
Would Jesus stop laughing?
Would Buddha open his eyes?

*

Orgasmic

*

That's all I have to say

APPRECIATION

humbly...

I thank each and every one of you for stopping by.
Sharing perspective, stories, laughter, tears...
but above all...friendship. Thank you for your
friendship.

It's like a full moon on a Monday morning experiencing
so many beautiful souls so near.

Gives me hopeful feelings...
Like it might be o.k. to continue.

Intimately. Openly. Fearlessly.

~ i hold your hands

The Laughing Tree

Blossoms from every branch...bLiNg!

sprout.

giggle.

Volcanic reaction in the belly ~~~ LAUGH!

Louder, Harder, Hardier, Lighter, Rounder

BAM!

Hit the floor!

My knees don't care.

drool.

sparkle - eyes.

cheeks. red. pink. blue?

Blossom.

Sprout, Giggle, Drool............

God's Schedule Looks Like...

COLLAGE

G.O.D
Cuts and pastes
Tucks secrets in-between
Leaves them on
windowsills,
under pillows,
in low lying clouds,
the crotch of a cottonwood,
the belly side of butterfly,
the fragrant linger of Lilac...

Life is just a little roving art project
an afternoon dawdle
a slip of the paint brush for

The
Grand DAME,
Great ALMIGHTY

E V E R Y T H I N G

yup, just a little art project...

Let this be the Night

Click to Read

Under Re-Construction

Holding life between my teeth, I shake it from side-to-side.
Ripping apart skin that holds it all together.
Sloughing off what's dead.
Eating up leftovers.

Re-assembling as usual.

Things get rusty. oil.
Things get dirty. wash.
Things get tired. sleep.
Things get hungry. eat.

In the spirit of renewal allow me to introduce...the spin cycle.

This is my long winded way of saying "POSTING"
has temporarily taken a back seat to "HOSTING" ME.
- in this new place of mine.

Getting acquainted with many new rooms in my
"House of Great Expansions."

Giving myself a little extra time to organize:
Re-install favorite Subjects, Re-place broken Bureau's,
Polish the Foundation...and so on and so forth.

If you know what I mean?

So hang in there,
the poetry will be back in a blast-ish sort of way.
as soon as i take some things out of the dryer.

OPENING

Click on ME

On being a MAMMA.

There would’ve been no teeny tiny socks to find in random pockets or spoons to find in shirt drawers. No bathtub wisdom or bedtime tears. No rainbow scarves to untie from chair legs, nor purple crayon to scrub off kitchen walls. No one to slow me down on long hikes or grocery store explanations of Santa Claus.

Mother's day gifts this year: Giant Cabbage, Pink Bracelet, Bag of black rice (not shown) and lots of HUGS.

Without the tremendous fortune of Motherhood I would be totally inexperienced at nursing a hungry toddler on the carpeted floor of a department store, or catching projectile poop mid-stream. I wouldn’t know how to let things get really messy - or how to clean messy up in under 30 seconds when the door bell rings. (Or not).

If it weren’t for my dearest little child-of-my-heart, flower-of-my-bosom, strength-of-my-character, almost ten-year-old daughter…I would have way more brown hair still, and a lot less laughter. I would know how to count my misgivings better than my forgivings’ and I wouldn’t know how to make apple muffins with three tablespoons extra salt and half an eggshell.

Motherhood has taught me how to say NO when I really want to say YES and say YES when I really want to say NO. I have learned that dirty shirts don’t really matter, but HUGS make the world come alive…

“MOM” – is spelled forward and backward.
KIDDING is the longer version of “KID”.
“LOVE” is everlasting.

If I had never been a mamma…
I would have had way more sleep than one woman could ever need.

Welcome or Nay

i couldn't write last night.

or the night before that.

or the night before that.


 dormant.


the elements
have center stage.

antagonizing each other...

FIRE calls for WIND, wanting more. WIND lures FIRE "this way."

together they haunt parched ground with unseen footsteps
snatch brittle limbs from burdened trees

not a time to question the grand old mystic,
if ever there had been doubt neath sunny skies

anything that can move rattles,
anything that can't move, rattles too.

the whole world in motion, welcome or nay.

WIND makes noise in rusty chimes
suspended from a crying house

animals watch, hide and prowl ~ like people.

bugs hit lampshades - sound like rain

bugs are nervous

but at least they sound like rain.

Into May ~ the weekly

TIME FOR ACTION
That's what life seems to be beating with. Wrapping up loose ends. Taking care of ourselves if we haven't yet. Doing that thing we have always wanted to do.

The scary phone call. The ART that haunts our nights.

Peeling off our clothes and giving it back to life, the way life gave it first to us. Getting real already. Not what's real for other people real, what's real for US real. What's real for our unique expression of this universe.

WE HAVE A JOB TO DO.

Each one in our own kind of way. In a kindly way...

Have a great forward motion week.

Lovies, akka b.

Devotional

I breathe in deeply…
You are that close to me
The push of air in me
Inside my chest


You are the wind in me
And outside of me
The rise and fall of me
The very best


Like infinity
You circle through me
The gentle god in me
And all the rest

Reconsidering Worry

Not afraid of You
or you
or
YOU

I know you want me to be
but I have smarter ideas for time

Sure the world might end one day
AND
Bricks might fall from sky

but does that make you beneficial?

I will die one day too ~ but not for giving you attention

thank you for calling

BUT

In these times, I am trying to be more spend savvy

and keep all large investments in...

my S E L F

A New Word...

Struggling with the word...

B L O G

Isn't there something else we can call these waves of consciousness?
Something that doesn't sound like...

BLOB or BLOT or BLOP or BLAH???

Any Ideas?

I want to start a revolution.
I'm not sure how...but I just really want to.