Tilling the Soil

heartbreaks and heartaches are necessary

loving deeply and losing is necessary

so when it comes again

with all the right ingredients

true love can be embraced!

cherished and not taken for granted

learning with each relationship

with every moment and interaction

preparing and letting go of expectations

and growing in self love

creating a fertile love ground

ready to nurture and care

with an evolved understanding

of the beautiful gift

the amazing blessing of love!

with a hopeful heart she continues to till her soil

inserting all the necessary nutrients for a





Angels in the Architecture

Angels in the architecture

of her mind

of her reality

they are with her always

helping her grow while protecting her

uplifting her and sharing all their compassionate love

her divinity permeates her being

she in turn shines bright

illuminated with internal light

she attracts beauty all around

depth of beauty attracts her

she sees it everywhere

she shares her love and compassion

she receives it in turn

its just how the story goes





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Perspective gained

integration time

universal eyes

of love

in love

all love

the spectrum illuminates

my worldly view

diving into a droplet

the leaf of a plant

a wave of the ocean

the heartbeat of a bird

or a child’s smile

even debating friends-

it’s all me.

I am all of this!

the balance remains

at the ened of the the day

as it was today

at daybreak




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Oh the Magic!

Oh the magic

the special ingredient

needed for sparkle

for brilliant shine

like faery dust

open hearts seeing

open eyes singing

magic indeed surrounds

light illuminating rain

nourishment from above

seeds bearing life

on welcoming tilled fertile soil

spiders spin webs

beauty all around

reaching towards the sun

softly growing now

with ease, grace

the time – now.

Transformation and the flow of my mind

i refute the idea that all life is suffering.

recently heard a translation to modern times suffering=stress.
this flows more easily with me.
living mostly on the spiritual and mental planes these days
these days in australia
wondering if its all just fiction
all the numbers, all the signs
a storyline based on a world of spirituality
that being the theme
i go with it
im interested
but could it be just like anything else… built by a set of ideas
then distributed and followed…
ill take what i want and leave the rest
take in, taste, experience, and absorb only whats necessary
in total preparation of the next step
i am becoming a full woman
true to myself and my nature
independent and confident
in my abilities
in my mind
in my love and in my knowing.
i know… i know… it is true
comfort in the words in old books that seem to confirm what i’ve known
not sure why i had to get confirmation, but i have and thats that.
its not always easy when you are venturing out on your own
paving your own way
going against the grain of the rest of the piece…
with a greater vision
not a herd mind whatsoever
i have to lead my life the way i choose
learning to truly trust this process and myself in it
i am getting there…
i make things more complicated that they need to… must K.I.S.S. more keeping to one plot… simplicity…
I break it down to keep it super simple… 🙂
for some reason i need to learn all about it before i can do that though
otherwise i feel like i am moving about blindly
not my cup of tea
feeling me
feeling what is here
feeling the greater force whatever that is
its all around
its all around
regularly i request… make me a channel of divine creativity and use me as an instrument of higher will…
wrote the basis for a story… came to me at 3am, ten pages… based on the story steps illustrated on my wall…
flooding out… and then it stopped midway and i wrote… tell me more and more came…
now what to do with it…
wanting to create something that eventually involves others
based on what flows through me… in words…
hopefully in full stories…
help disimminate the awareness…
to help bring light to other peoples work as well…
hopefully making an impact, an influence on others,
on myself, on humanity
the goal is still this…
to positively impact and raise the vibration of humanity, of the human race…
through energy
through thoughtful words and awareness
evoking emotion
evoking thought
evoking change

Changing Seasons

the changing of the seasons

is here

right here

sweating a moment ago

being twirled around by the wind now

the leaves are hanging on for their lives

they know that their death is to come soon

ah… its a good twenty degrees cooler today

in one day such a transition

the earmark of fall or winter who knows

its time to let mother nature take a rest

let the air and space reign prominent

time for thought

as the plants and trees

hold on giving thanks to their roots

and for a nomadic version with horizontal roots

’tis the time to find a grounding space

or roll along with the wind

to a place where it’s warmer

delaying the inevitable…

a true possibility

or to embrace the winter

snuggle up with a love

regroup until spring comes…

Thoughts in the Central Valley

to come from a space of love

is at times a hurdle to overcome

when i see the puppet-show

unfolding around me

i get fired up

not always with a smile upon my face

its hard to do in this marketed retail space

but i’m aware of that line

that quintessential line thats drawn

in the sand

all around

even between my brows

a confusion created

upon the clashing

of the left and right brain

of what should be and what is

i can see both or so i think…

so i think….

so i think…

when i let it all go

happiness and love emcompass all

above and below

in all elements and the ether that surrounds

thats not when i reside in the valley

the valley lends to a frown

a hurt back and bore-down shoulders

when i retreat up into the mountains

i cant help but rejoice

to open my hopeful eyes

to take deep breaths

slowing down time

however, my family’s roots

are of hard work under the sun

in the expansive valley

of the desert turned farm land

of california’s san joaquin…

where education is all a charade

i guess its like this everywhere

in some form, regarding whats in fashion

but especially here in the thick

grey polluted air

coming from the conglomerate

of los angeles… the city of angels?

that polluted air is breathed

in shallow breaths

by the plants, by the residents

held in a cloud

between the surrounding mountains

the only way i know how to change this

perspective that i see in this place

is by moving away

by gaining a different view

one with a birds eye

with occasional short visits

while holding my breath

being sure not to stay too long

as suffocation seems to come along

not to worry i’ll still have some breath

just enough to escape a physical death

giving giving giving

until there’s almost nothing left

i love my family, this is true

but its not enough

to convince me that here

is where i should move

thoughts on the american dream

swimming around

in the dream

sometimes in the warmth

in the light way up high

and other times

yes they happen too

i find myself in the deep

dark cold blue

all various shades

of the mighty spectrum

of life… of the dream

the american dream

or whatever that seems

the collective unconscious

the one thats planted

from a bygone era

the one that isnt mine

that isnt yours

but belongs to those

who hold the strings

who orchestrate the show

once i stepped outside

away from the scene

thats its all so mindless

we’ve been cogs in the machine

its hard to see this

when thats all we see

but ive seen more now

and can’t return

i know theres another way

than the “american dream”

that silly silly american dream

or whatever that means…