This little blog right here, is simply an exploration of my own human 'design' and a means of trying to express its reason for being! I don't know about you, but I'm curious. Curious about trying, and seeing what happens. Each day is an opportunity to try and align ourselves with our own basic goodness. Every situation, person we meet, is our teacher, our guide to learning and becoming more aware of ourselves. The signposts pointing us toward fulfillment of our reason for being, are all out there. It's simply up to us whether we open our hearts to them. Only we can decide whether or not we try. But life ain't fun if you don't try, so seek, explore, and be eternally curious about the life you've obtained. Be your own adventurer and you will find, there really is 'bien raison d'être' - much reason for being.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

New Worlds.

You give rise to the competition in me You call to the stand, my internal judge and jury Your honesty is the gun That triggers the truth in me Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide I can't play charades here Because you demand the answers come from inside You're a Sherlock Holmes in disguise I see you scanning me for clues With your inquisitive eyes Looking for cues Looking beyond my eyes Nowhere to run to Nowhere to hide I'm exposed, with you there Holding up the mirror To all my insecurities So that I may look deeper Drop the acts and the drama And find a Reflection that is much more true of me In ancient times This is how I imagined a king would be But now here you are Dressed in modern day royalty Summoning forth, the queen in me The one that bows to peace The one that bows to unity In an act of grace That can only be learned From love given And expecting nothing in return So here I am So here I burn You found me out You're in my orbit now Lighting up my little universe And kicking out Any shadows I had, previously cast by doubt Notions of who I was Are now just memories An old galaxy of black holes For this is a new world Made by the colliding of two souls Don't you know We are just loving space In human shells that time will slowly erase But what a gift to experience this time, this place With the vastness of you Nowhere to run to No longer want to hide This is not a game Nor a race And I see all this now As my eyes come to rest upon your enchanting face.

Meditations On Moments.

I am no longer looking for destinations
Just meditations
On moments shared
I wish to let you know how much I care
How much I valYOU
Your time
This space
All these faces
We're only here for a little while
For the blink of an earth's eye
So listen to the spirit that animates your smile
This presence knows best
It doesn't ask how
It only speaks of the now
Of arriving
Of planting feet
And growing skyward
To reach a conscious view
From up here I can see
A higher you
A higher me
A space where we don't question
We just 'be'...
We just know
To scribe quiet letters
And send postcards of silence to the noise below
Some fall on deaf ears
But those who listen
Will receive wise mail
Signed with insight, sealed with love
And delivered during mediations
On moments shared
No longer looking for destinations
Just asking these fundamental questions:
Have I truly loved?
Have I truly dared?

Chemical Warfare.

Where am I without you?
I am stripped bare
Reduced to my need for your absent care
And I want to be brave
And I want to be strong
And I want to be the woman you've thought
Was standing here all along

But she doesn't always have the answers
And she hasn't always taken her chances
Especially when surrendering to love
And its chemical warfare
And the way it strips you bare...

And yet here I am, I'm going in
Reduced to my need for your care
And my needs to be nurturing...
And I want to say I don't
But I do!

I care
I ache
I long to love
And be loved by you

And I want to remain independent
But what does that mean?
I've been this fiercely so, for so long
I'm afraid it's turned my heart to stone:
A sculpture, a relic
A tombstone in memory of
Lovers lost in the past
Where once it was broken
I must have placed my heart in a cast
Thinking it would heal alone
But this wound only wept
For having been kept
In the dark for so long

And so, I'm not as strong
As I look, you see
Sometimes I cry
I frown
I crack and I bleed
Reduced to my basic need
To be cared for by you
But don't you know
I would return the love tenfold to you

It's simple and it's sweet
And yet, it's so hard to admit defeat
So hard to put my weapons down
And to relinquish the "I'm unbreakable" crown
For if I take it off
Where will I be?
I'd be stripped bare
But armed with a new sense of bravery
By stepping into this chemical warfare
Honest in all my vulnerability
And surrendering this tiresome, lonely weaponry
...I lay it down
And as I do
There you are standing next to me.

Higher Vibrations.

Enjoy the transition
Enjoy this transmission
To a higher state of being
We ask you to buckle in
Before elevating
Do you believe you were born to fly?
'Cos we do
And we've been watching you
Every time you fall
We observe your willingness to rise again
Before sending out another feather
For your wings
We never stop listening
And neither should you
For you are us
And we are you:
The one, the whole, the universe.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

The Wise Turtle.

No prizes are ever won
For jumping before the starter's anxious gun
Slow, steady wins this race.

Now Is Piercing.

There was no knight waiting
I will see no shining armour ahead
I hold the sword now.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Agency.

What if I don't fit
This mould
This hold you have over me?
I do my best rise to above it
I do my best
But you only see what's wrong
You shake the bird
To get the song
Then you put her back in this cage
But aha!
She is not there
Only emptiness remains
For you could never contain
The vastness of what she has to offer
So don't try and mulch her into your generic fodder
She will not decay
She will not wither or smoulder
Her spark is yet to become a flame
And you have just provided fuel for her fire
Kindling to feed her desire
For change
For growth
To persist with the honest work of the soul
That was put here to fit no mould
But her own...

Friday, July 26, 2013

Windows

There is a window
It opens to a grand view
Do I believe in what I see?
Or is the window opening, me?

Ignoring The Signs.

Repetitious, superficial beast
You've prepared a feast for my days
I have been here before
But my stomach is still empty.

Sentenced.

You are with me
We speak together of love
I am still alone in this sentence.