Honestly akka ~

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Dreams in Trees

i will hang my dreams in high trees
so god might see them sooner

dressed in bells and small whistles to catch her ear

i will bathe them in sun, to bring forth their light...

Do you think God likes things that sparkle?

if i hang my dreams in high trees...he might not have to reach so far

N i g h t

Will the NIGHT forget to leave her plate for me?

When I knock will she close the door?

I’m at her mercy, I truly am.

INFINITE

Right.

So if she invites me to her table, it’s not because she’s run out of food?

IMMEASURABLE

So if I sit down to eat, she’s not going to take it away?

UNLIMITED SUPPLY

So she’s Italian?

WRITE

just RIDICULOUS

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Getting Down with the Good Earth

Encouraged by morning sunshine.
On a Mexican blanket in the grass.
Wearing my mother's bell-sleeved wrap around.

Artifact Circa: 1970

I don't think I fit it, as well as she did though.
No use trying to claim a life not my own.

But it feels good to try, wonder what her dreams were...

The heat grows fuller and the day moves on.
I should too...

Or, I could just roll closer to the shade.
Let the sounds of neighboring lawn mowers rock me,
let my lack of sleep be absorbed by the ground.

Spurt - the weekly

It's been a mighty week. Dunno what the planets are doing - but I reckon it's a little of it all.

Whatever "it" is, I would like to say one thing:

The good Love Tonic is seeping through the seams, squeezing through the cracks, out to get us no matter which way we turn.

Looks like a flood. Feels like a volcano.

and I am pretty sure "it" is everything we have always wanted.

If we don't try and out run it.

Besties to ya,

akka b.

The Unconditional Love Tactic.

Put the fire here:

I’ll take it like that.

If that’s what it takes to keep me breathing.

Regeneration

Unremitting devotion

To the reckless awakening

Of my best

Most deliberate

Me

The unconditional love tactic.

Surprising
Predictable

And sitting in my chest

Beneath my skin

Below my ribs

Above my sense

Burning

Clearing

So the rain can fall

And new life can find its way.



back

for ~ give ~ ness

for ~ give ~ ness,

I haven’t forgotten you. I’ve been waiting.
Practicing too, I suppose.
So often the most essential ingredient is overlooked.
Like it might be all together too good, if you put the flour in.
Or take the flour out ~ in some cases.

I get so enamored by what my heart can do…
I fail to remember what it still hasn’t done.

The doing and undoing.
like a heart valve – regulating.
In. out. In. out.

Beat, bum bum, beat, bum, beat beat. Ta.

hands – deepen with lines – deepend with thoughts – memories

I unfurl hidings
finger by finger
wrinkle by wrinkle

Pouring out, like golden wine…
To place upon your table.
In a glass beside the bread without the flour,

but with the flower, that became the bread, by the hand...

that opened.

Because of time, and becoming ready.


truly,

For * Give * Ness * Sake

S P I R A L ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 spiral

D A N C E

let it blur

arms up

fingers reaching

lips parted

blood beating

for sky.

eyes soft

toward beings who watch

I wrap my arms around

all my beautiful

embrace

years

days

sweet minutes

tiny stones lodged between my toes

and all the children living in my belly

tears i spill

TEARS

I leave

tears

to impregnate the world with

breed my love

with places i pass

and place i stay

D A N C E

spiral ~ eyes inside ~ lifted

It's about time I told you about it...

I'm not sure when it started. The pink thing.
But before you all run off (boys) it's not any ordinary PINK thing. It's more or less an under current, a state of mind, a feeling.

subtle ya know.

Like a butterfly - a very small butterfly that has very barely pink wings that comes to alight on your shoulder when walking through deep trenches.

It may have started when I was little, but I found it out when I became big,

the profundity of it.

So misunderstood...generally people think about Barbie's, or acrylic nails, or frilly sorts of deeply under satisfied princessy type girls.

alas, sigh...

anything can be abused.

even color.

Pink, is at its best when only used in small hints, a touch here, a dab, a dollop. So one can retain the feeling of it, like a wink, or a nod, or a half used smile.

Gentle like the touch of your pinky --- to another persons pinky. Especially when you have been wanting to touch that other persons pinky for a very long time...

and the heart flutters slightly and the cheeks blush.

So anyway, I just thought I better share with you my relationship with pink, if you didn't already know...because if you follow carefully you will find I refer to it often in words, or images, or in hints here and there.

Like a heart opening if you will.

on my knees

Lovely Little Heart Man Sculpture: Alex Avina
Lovely Little Heart Man Photo: Megan Bowers Avina

i pulled my heart out for you...

do you want to know why?

it's the way you look at clouds, that's what.

i really mean you can have it, you can.

for the sake of finding my voice when it disappears,
you are good at knowing where the words go.

do you want to know something?

sometimes I tuck your favors in to my pocket - for later,
...because you ask them of me,
and they have the smell of you

Did I mention I like the way you hold me?

(even though i don't have much practice being held)

i pulled my heart out for you, i did.
because it's all i have left,
and i need someone to keep it

will you?
Keep it?

Saturday Morning Experiments

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i was thinking…as i do.
about what to put in my good morning cuppa.
ya know…there are the ordinary things
like hot water and dark roasties,
or bags of tea and lemon.
but this morning i considered another type of brew…
if i pour myself a cup of blessings
i wouldn’t have to wait to have them bestowed.

hmn…

and i could mix in anything i like
well, i do like a lot of things…
but i could mix in all the positivities in a positively kind of way,
then drink them.
pour them in - and down
i could “Fill er UP”
(me up) with what i like.

what do you like?

do you take sweet with your cuppa kindlys?
do you take kindly to your cuppa sweet?

mmn…

MOONLENTINE

The MOON said she wants to get to know me...


it's because i love you,
that's why

Hello Love Hearts!!!

My gratitude being is beaming, the MOON is brimming as my thoughts land at your feet. A biG thank YOU to all the eyes and hearts that have perused Drunk Love's pages since its launch nearly a month ago. I have discovered a happiness in releasing theses nuggets. A flow. I hope it's contagious...

So many late nights nurturing this new baby,
I find myself looking like this a lot...

In my robe demonstrating - Thinking Hand Pose.

Please feel free to write in with suggestions, questions, comments and concerns.
I love hearing your voices.

Luck of the Draw

you should know…

i have been drawing you all my life

simple lines
a smiling mouth
sunshine in the top corner part of the page
a flower

i don’t know the color of you eyes, or your name,
so i don’t put that part in

but i do know you may be oceans away…or right next-door

so i draw both

you have a kind shape and a warm heart
a laughing face and hands that hold

but the best part, is that you are lucky

VERY LUCKY

that someone like me, knows how to draw you so well…

and i am lucky

that someone like you,
has always been drawn, to someone like me

because of T H U N D E R

I just wanted a moment with time.
To hold it and kiss it and keep it still.

but thunder came…

Painting: By Grace Moon

The sky is sweating again. Holding in.

Aching and feverish.

A bird perched on a power line ruffles its feathers.

Casts a weary eye.

Shy with pain, the sky blankets herself from sun.

The wind as usual, is summoned.

The wind as usual, is happy to oblige.

BURST!!!

Epiphany tumbles out, rolling indulgently, pounding patient earth.

BURST!!!

The sky can’t help it. She was overheating.

BANG!!!

Tears fall violently, mixed with joy,

mixed with longing, mixed with relief.

mixed.

Defiance.

BANG!!!

Everything she couldn’t say in front of sunshine.

She says it now. Releasing earth from drought.

AWAKENING!!

Creatures from sleep.

Poets from daydreams.

Husbands from forgetting.

AWAKE!!!

Mothers rise before their children.

Grandmothers turn off t.v.

BOOM!!!

a lion roars.

a bird flies.

And the sky lets out one last - RUMBLE!!!

for ancestors.

Because they also have something to say…

Don’t they always have something to say?

The Savvy Survivors Guide to the Art of the Empty Suitcase

Even though the girl read too many romance novels.

And got tricked into turning off lights

She remained un-damaged.

With an empty suitcase.


Having tried the cumbersome approach:

Overfilled bags and weighty souvenir collections.

The girl quickly learned about the speed...

Of going nowhere.


So she stopped reading romance novels.

And began to unpack.

Dumping all her luggage on the floor.

The girl sat, the girl sorted…


The girl. Gave it all away.


With a newly lightened load the girl, found a pleasure.

Being nowhere with empty hands…

Was much nicer than “going” nowhere with a heavy load.

And she adjusted the lights to autopilot.


This is a love story folks.