Firefly

FIREFLY They don't like their picture taken, so be prepared to make your own.

But,

WARNING:

Fireflies are not just Flying BUGS.

There are millions and millions and millions of ways to see...

FIREFLIES

and sometimes
they are
just.
illumined
buzzing
twinkling
loving
looking
bouncing
believing

flying * bugs

(Let me know if you see some :-)

absolutely

The
Bashful Goddess

knows the trees are watching
and wonders
if she should take off all her clothes?The
Goddess ABSOLUTELY

Never considered wearing them

The Pioneer of This...

The incentive is clear...

When you are ONE standing before a confluence of trees and winter is coming
and you have no home
and you have no food

you either,
begin looking for a good place to die

or,
you start building a home and gathering food

with what is before you

You have to make, with what you have, because that is what you have been given.

and if you make good use of what you have
and ask politely...

The giving keeps giving...

We are the pioneers of all this. The pioneers of our own bounty. Carving our own landscape. Fashioning our own home.

We need WATER to keep us FLUID. FRUIT to keep us SWEET. We need WOOD to keep us WARM, and EARTH to keep us HERE. We need SKY to call us forward and MOON by which to sleep.

Then...when SUNSHINE returns we will know how to gather it under our sails, cherish more,
and recycle it throughout the year

with gratitude,

and SO MUCH LOVE

Summer Hiatus

I am
WILDLY
distracted
in the Green Hills of Vermont
The
FOREST
people
keep asking me for favors

So I am going to attend to them for the next two weeks
as we have, kind of a pact going...

However,
I will, when I can,
continue to scrounge the parking lots for internet access
and post now and again,
but maybe not.

many HAPPY days
and lingering summer nights...xxx

yes, a bath

a salt bath

a sweet bath
an everything in between bath
a warm bath
a dark bath
a scented candled heart bath
in the bath
for the bath
gonna get messy clean bath
see the bath
be the bath
the warm and full

Love Path
  
  *

 Bath

My Full Heart Hobby

SECRET.


This activity is NOT for non-believers.
It is an act of full FAITH and it works
every time...you are, fully FAITH FULL.

First Embrace in your heart the BIG BURNING QUESTION of the moment. Questions about work, money, family, health, relationships, children, travel, fear, guilt, depression, pleasure, wonder, forgiveness or retirement.

(Not necessarily in that order - one-at-a-time - and please be creative)

Then, holding your favorite topic in mind...stroll over to a bookshelf, close your eyes and let your fingers trip over the perfect book. (It will be the perfect book, please don't worry). Pull it out carefully (keeping your eyes closed)
flip through the pages slowly, let the pages stop by themselves and open your eyes to the first place they fall - OR before opening your eyes, take your index finger and swirl it around the page until it stops.

PRESTO!

What you will have is a word, a passage, a paragraph, a photo, or sometimes a whole page containing an answer. Sometimes the answers are obvious and very direct, sometimes they come in the form of an example or a story that might reflect what you are going through.

It's really fun

and

you will receive exactly what you need.

For this very occasion - for my drunkest love hearts
I will play this game and pull a few words.

The emptiness
grows gorgeous, blooms
in my throat.
I open the window

to scream my first word.
~ Freya Mansfield

Okay...now you try.

The Tower of MORE

The Tower of MORE.

Like Jack’s beanstalk. One little seed falls to earth.

Takes hold, digs in.

One unsuspecting nugget.

Determined to grow.

Grows.

Watered with wonderings.

Bathed in any kind of light.

Yes that’s right I said ANY kind of light.

The sprout doesn’t care about particulars.

It’s very focused.

Focused.

And.

Hungry.

Focused and Hungry and Willing.

To be the vine that grows up to sky without help from fences.

It doesn’t care about greedy boys crawling on it.

Or dull giants tumbling down.

Again.

It doesn’t care about particulars.

Only one word:

MORE.

MORE than it was? Certainly. MORE than is safe? Probably. MORE than enough? Definitely.

And what will it find?

That one seed that took hold and dug in?

That one seed with oversized leaves boldly unfurling?

Unfurling in bursts of growing.

Growing in bursts of breaking through ground.

Grounded in moving while standing still.

Unstoppable.

?

AWAKE

AWAKE
in darkness like I shouldn't be.
AWAKE
with night blossoms
Leaky faucets
and rodents who won't lie still

AWAKE
because I like to
and I want to
and nobody makes me

~~~but secretly~~~
I aim to be reprimanded
by the prince of deepened nights

who might catch me snoozing blatantly

and write me up for
FAILURE TO BE AWAKE


"be AWAKE"
says the Prince of Deepened Knights

"I AM AWAKE, silly"
says I.

"I was only pretending ... in hopes you might stop by."

MOLTEN

my whole heart melts
my whole heart
and my feet
my knuckles
my singing eyes
my raining smile
my whole heart melts
faster than one breath out
finer than my last breath in
my knees, they know
my shoulders
my belly
warm still by laughter
and my molten heart
the chuckling river
in my swollen chest

hopes it has earned a map

Filling the Cup

Replenishing a Drunk Love Heart
~*~
Make sure to take long walks in the middle of the day
when no one is looking

Cry at the drop of a hat
then drink lots of water

Eat a PaPaYa

Breathe at stoplights

Stumble into a dry river bottom and find rocks
lit with faces of old men

Breathe in between stoplights

Let small children braid your hair

Watch the sunset more

Watch regrets less

and make no promises about going to sleep

The Poetry of Moods

The moon fell from my belly
the day the moon filled up the sky
no wonder all the angst
and neurotic fascination
with
moonlight
sticks
stones
trees
and
that
feral child's
repetitive
cry

romance

there is romance in twigs and stones. an ache, as it is ~
kind of sexy getting ones hair tangled in vines while dirty tears stream down

but. reaching for roots covered by fallen leaves...sigh.

I want to let my head rest,
For a few moments
I want to pause,
even though the moon is helping
and close my eyes,
because I'm about to find,

that I have been running
from that which I am looking

obsession

i want to wash my swollen feet of tiny gravel
i want to brush graying tangles from my hair

the twigs that I bed down on, have not yet left the tree

but I need to leave the tree
and I don't usually ask, but this one time I'm gonna ask...

tuck me in tonight
light
make it better than okay
i was kidding about wild stuff every time.

does it always have to be so rambling, wild like and far?

far into night without a pillow?
far into night with breathless chase?

tuck me in tonight, light

with better than soft sheets
better than good rest
better than what I can do

and gentler

watch me sleep

I’m going to roll UP my shades,

so the trees can watch me sleep.

I have to prove to them I do.


I wonder if the moon will see?

I could use a little attention.

Return IT

Forge the valley through which my heart bleeds

Throw your song to my mountain tower and I will return it ~

Wildly unkempt

Be brave enough to leave snakes where they lay

And feed howling dog your reverence

Then, when you trip over river stones

released by waters ebb

Laugh

So your mouth can better accommodate the foot that lost its place

Laugh, because the dogs are listening

Laugh, because the bears are hungry

Laugh, because the mountain needs to play

Sea Sponge

need to pray for this:

how

to give

without giving away~

what gives me the give, to give,

*in the first place

how to accept

from myself

a little more

like a sea sponge, floating on the ocean of love

squish in, squish out, squish in, squish out

float

burp

i need to pray for this


i

pray

for

this

Hungry Still

Craving still.

Knowing you know how to say what I’m thinking

Knowing you have already thought what I’m saying

Knowing that you are how I’m feeling

Hungry still.

Knowing you KNOW the pleasure I take in eating

Knowing you have already prepared me - MORE...

Knowing that you ARE what you’ve fed me

Looking still.

Knowing you KNOW my heart is with you

Knowing you know I COULD be with you

Except that I know, that you know, that I know, that I can’t

Or you can’t


Want what we already have


Except, we do

Mystique ~ ooh la la

FRIENDS...

 
akka b.

Has had her first ever poetry

REVIEW!!!

Okay, so it was by a good friend - whom I suppose may be sort of biased,

but she IS a really SMART friend

and I am so glad she is not a stranger

because then I wouldn't know about her incredible journey

and her really super fabulous

BLOG

Oh do go there,
follow her
and leave comments everywhere

for HER sake

and ya know,

for
ME

akka b.

(gosh, i hope my head doesn't start swelling...eeks)

 

tribe

Do you remember the floor plan? They showed us how to do it, by making us be it. Stacked us up - on top - below - side-by-side. Some of us held the ceiling, some of us made the floor, some were the cool inside, some baked in the heat. But there we were - breathing each other - using each other - helping each other. And then there's the sun of course...to put light, so to see. And then there's the moon...by which to know. And that was basically it. That was basically the floor plan.

mango sunshine

MY HEART LOOKS LIKE A...............?

i have angels...

~~~~~and he let me ride his wings~~~~~
~~~~~UNTIL I FOUND MY OWN~~~~~~~

angels do that~~~they lift you up~~~
without~~~ever~~~~~~~putting~you~down~~

WARM

Fingering the sky
Combing sunset for particles of warmth
to get me
through

the night

Minding Business

So there I was, minding my own business...driving along
thinking insignificantly about...
well, it was so insignificant I can't even remember
and anyway
A GIANT FEATHER
about two feet long
fell from the sky like a bullet
straight down,
pointer end first

WOW

I reached out my hand
and if I would have just swerved dangerously to the left three inches
I would have caught it
I know I would have caught it
I SHOULD have caught it!

by 3 inches

well that's what I get for not remembering to look for feathers when I drive

and

feeling so significant

about business