An Era of Illusion

Silly to have lived in an era of illusion

perhaps it still exists

though my lenses have shifted

i am just me as perfect as i can be

like no one else I’ve ever really known – all me

allowing myself the freedom of expression, of expansion

letting go of someone else’s – society’s version of perfection

accepting and cherishing my uncommon thoughts

my varying actions

i am me, this is me

holding true to my inner self

it is higher than i can comprehend

the world continues to transform

a unique and individual place indeed

understanding depths of my soul

that I’ve only brushed by before

trusting that i am my best me

knowing that changes each moment

embracing the ever morphing reality

laughing in it, loving in it, growing in it….

Red Rubies

Drawn in by red-

a sudden need to have it in my life again

red hair

red bag

red ruby jewelry

power and connection to my source

utilizing the energy to revitalize and reenergize my soul

like a bull in the coliseum it fills me with fire

I feel the noble wisdom emanatingĀ from my heart

like a guardian angel helping me to change

holding my hand protecting me as I transform and shift frames

it lifts me up – encourages me

and reminds me to “Follow My Bliss”

the red, the rubies hekp me to see in the dark

showing a clearer path absent of resistance

i was an am a love being and I remmeber this truth.

I choose my life with eyes of love

and strength from the Divine to chart and venture onto my path

I am precious, rare and beautiful.

I love life and it loves me tremendously.

Spiritual wisdom, Knowledge, Health, Wealth, Bliss, Transition, Change, Choices

Trying on a New Dream

Dreams of soup filled test tubes

slip on this new view

take a sip – see if its you

sample, experiment, try it on for size

there’s absolutely no obligation to buy

even if you do – rest assured sweet infinite soul

as in this great smorgasbord

everything has a shelf life

everything can be exchanged for less or more

Today in the sunlight you stand in a shared reality

the “collective conscious” so they say

I stand as a tall white woman

yet in my sleeping dreamtime I can be anything

last night a minature latino

anything is possible…

larger than life indeed –

new found confidence and self-esteem

waking dream…

sleeping dream…

slipping on a new view.


Looking through the kaleidoscope of life

from my heart through my eye

I see brilliant colors, the earth and the sky.

I’ve gazed at these shapes for years upon yars

but until recently when I’ve learned how to die

to let go of what I’ve always known

shifting my lenses into the great unknown

and seeing yet again through my kaleidoscope

brilliant colors, the earth, the sky and love

love painting and casting its light upon my world

tis the same instrument I’ve always looked through

only now I see the importance of the changing view

transforming my world and the way I see it

while remaining the same perceiver

as I’ve been… evolving, morphing, transforming

my body, my mind, my spirit and my soul

so torquing my kaleidoscope became natural.

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…

Back in Time

back in a time
where values are antiquated
old fashioned ways
outward appearances
singing at the pews
wasn’t ever really from here
i just spent time
my time, i needed to learn
i can survive
i must know one extreme
to experience the other
i have to know senseless order
to have perfect chaos
intentional freedom
i must know the mold
to break from it
it isn’t my mold
that is utterly clear
as i find myself back here