Cleo

It was your eyes that told me I knew you. I was laying under a blanket of stars and saw your face. Your eyes were smiling, like always.

When I look into them I see galaxies of time, the Great Void brimming with creation. You can feel the buzz, the humming... potential just waiting to take form.

When I look into them I see millions of light years before, and eons of timelessness.

What beauty.

I remember our first encounter. The surprise. A new understanding... friend.

You became a part of my exploration, the journey, light traveling through centuries, emotion, heart beats, wheat fields, water, palm opening and earth being blown by whisper into the atmosphere.

Cleo! My friend. My lover. My adventurer.

You are smiling still with your eyes. I know you by the dancing light in them, the timelessness.

You and I were nameless when we met. I named you Cleo. My friend.

It’s meaning... Glorious!

Awakening

It is as though the reset button was pressed this evening, or maybe sometime in the last 21 days. Sand in glass turned over.

I feel myself waking from a deep sleep, the slumber within midnight black coffin.

I was so tightly compressed and bound, oppression from him, from my own ego, patterns, thoughts, fears running wild like spooked horses, not in their beauty and power but bolting in the kind of frenzy that leaves one with lasting bruises, broken legs, unable to run.

I was only sleeping. I chose to sleep, to partake of the poppy and slumber into psychic nightmare so that I could dream the dream that teaches how hot the fire, yet wake, shake off the shackles, and feel my spirit begin to unfold. Octopus tentacles unraveling, uncurling, stretching towards expansion, feeling myself take fullness, and ever expanding the folds and pleated yards of fabric -vibrant in color, flowing, waving, moving towards a rhythmic dance of life.

Wrapped In Divine Arms

Who would ever say to a flower or a tree that something man-made could be more divine and beautiful. Don’t we paint the skies, the landscapes, mountains, and rivers. All of the earth was created, blanketed with beauty, for us. To nourish our souls, our hearts, our minds. Like the soil nourishes the flower. Life wraps us in her divine arms!

Bows to My Joy

Feeling a force within and without today. Whatever I desire wants to move through me, bringing more towards me.

It’s asking me to step in.

The Great Void pulling me to play so that it can bring form to the electric potential that’s buzzing, brimming with desire to be-come (be and come).

The universe wanting to speak to me.

Show me, in all its limitless and mysterious ways, that it bends and bows to my joy.