~ Undertow ~

Your falling,
more like a fish settling
upon a vector stream,
a warm vein tendril touching your senses.
Leading your swim’s inhale
a scented stream amidst fathoms liquid soothing a response.
Your floating,
fins fanning, glistening scales reflecting sun shards
into rays piercing from above.
You notice a garden of coral,
colorfully undulating with their tendrils,
a motion beckoning you to swim –
swim closer till your scales rub against their amber current.
Upon opening your eyes
to find your a mermaid bubbling from your nostrils percolate up –
up till you hear popping, they break the surface
waves glistening into a pattern.
This instills a smile widening across your face.
Your settling onto an ancient seabed of emerald jade,
weathered with timelessness.
A school of squid point their eyes,
all turn simultaneously,
Your sigh reaches their thoughts.
they secrete a purple cloud inking pattern you remember.
You notice your chest increasing in size,
you breath this ink and taste sweetness kept secret forever.
Your hair remembers this current
each spiral embraces your shoulders.
You pick up a hollow conch,
place this upon your ear,
listening with the heartbeat of the ocean.

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~ Before Human Thought ~

Imagine this earth before any living today can speak of.
It is the elements that have always been.
Mountains eroding slowly to the beach as grains of sand.
Imagine this earth as it was before.
When the air has an unrealized fragrance .
When birds awoke to the same sun, nightingales sang lullabies under a moonlit sky.
Waves washed ashore seeding another beachhead with treasures from a distant land.
The stars in the skies were farther.
Life moved with this rhythm becoming with the dark then waking with light reaching into the blue .
And here I sit writing a thought of spirit not a philosophy.
There were eclipses seen by the tall grasses, they seeded back into their earth, their meadow sent a collective wave of colour to an evening of stars.
Then somewhere a lake reflecting a world speaks of the rain~ memory of being taken inside by the tongue quenching a thirst then purring through emerald eyes under a canopy sky, full of stars.
Sighing, the lake reflects another sentient piece of earth skyward.
And here, we are in wonder of what remains encoded.
In our bodies, as memories, finding another that understands, gifting a puzzle piece into your palms.
This picture familiar so clear mercurial and alive. Goosebumps rise when we sigh into a starry night .

Nest of a Birds Body

Reposted this piece , just felt right !

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Still amidst birds singing under an overcast scalloped cover . Indulge a passion to rest my body upon this soft earth – till the bothers from a human nest I dared let be built inside my mind fade . To rest and sink into an emerald softness beside my breath – while minds eye rolls into the colourfull darkness inky dream . Sensing earth moving a midst above – penetrating blue sky slowly pulling apart by winds -sending a warm chill lifting away. Away into another reality inside spraying in an exhale a colour of breath through your hand printing upon a cave or the first fire seen when flames took on the shapes of earthly anima. I shall wait in the rhythm of a breeze – pulling each thought – like a bird holding a twig between reality . Then fly away once more with each thought and place…

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Vesper drew the new moon

As this evening sky opened the mouth of the other side,
there so evenly sliced floating much as another dream swallowed by stillness.
Who drew this new moon to this shore,
blew an earthly breath of surprise, an evening light from another realm piercing through another side,                                        where in this sight that cupped Orion’s Belt, beckons past with prescient now this porcelain phosphor sliver moon.

          Like a clean shaven hermit conjuring, widening float parting of a mouth,                                                                                      it is but a new moon drawn by light,                                                                                                                                                        like the curve of a birds body in flight,                                                                                                                                                      for here a moment transports a whisper of thought,                                                                                                                        playing a forgotten pattern,                                                                                                                                                                whiling turn of this earth gently kisses lower into horizon,                                                                                                                   heart beats give a thought surrendered,

Oh yes there in the west again so red,                                                                                                                                         a crimson mars king wished to scry the mirrored crescent bowl,                                                                                                   casting ripples entering moist into the mouth of light.                                                                                                                          Vesper drew the new moon to this shore with an earthly breath, a surprise of evening light.

~ Earthshine ~

Be inside me, be beside me, be my thought,
Be caught in my breath while I make time stand still.
As this evenings pure new moon , earthshine perfectly obsidian,
azure mood of our earthly shadow that becomes awoken within .
A moment glides like a river when you take the time in this stillness . Watch a new moon twilight like a river tranquil ,
that frozen illusion keeps time hidden
in the surface as the layer glides to a tide lulling breath a whisper felt .
Deep oh so deep that transparent sky shallows starless where the new moon resides .
Like the heart a tidal beckoning of a bird crying at night,
listens to the moving , the moving that bends the starry sky.
A disk floating across an quivering sapphire sky ,
like your body become the night surrounding my starry sky .
Casting a spell like an occult ritual unseen ,
like a river gliding stillness till a thought gasps
into a song of a bird unseen .
A sky shimmering into the sea of you .

~ Tree inside your Body ~

Have you slowed your legs into slow stride,
here in the coals of nights, wet fragrance eases the skeleton, remembering like the tree inside your body
evening sauntering quietly down lingering into your senses.
It’s the night which calls this quiet into your bones,
it is the breeze lifting an unseen birds wing if you listen,
it is this displacement that leaves a ripple in a moment.
it is the nock unlocking knocking antlers of bucks
under the ornament of moon,
the trees in our bodies filled with tourmaline acorns.
It is the tree in my body, adores any sense that touches skin,
It is the tree that holds the stars infatuated within,
it’s the distance between heart beats,
remembering with the tree inside your body.

~ Furrows in the Sky ~

Till the stars’ furrow encircle this mind.
Earthen nest of plaited starlight threading chosen constellations . Scrying skies pool bestirring an infinite subtle glow,
like caught ambers bug suspended in eternity .
Chatoyant stones shimmer upon this obsidian dome,
as embers entering with a piercing sound.
Fireflies blink an ode, their courtship of mystery glowing.
Here earth speechlessly circles a hidden sun.

Dawn breathes a brush of living into fading stars a lighter blue . Not for the earthen red orange unfolding sun rises ,
thoughts should quench hunger while circling around a sunstar
eddy of a pool going some round then nowhere .
Pole sticks, pierce inside earth a shallow hole,
aligned with a constant point our constellations circle.
Polaris tethers nite circling stars round a center
tilling fires turning drawing wheel of stones .
I woke up from a dream, like Beetle peeking through soil, malachite moist dewdrops of static globes glisten crystalline.
Scrying awake beside such mirroring beauty.
For a long dormant dream colours, becoming a beetles hypnotic gaze. Pheromone of stars evoke senses. Tasting drops of moisture beside a memory unfolds. Rolling pieces that plait earth becoming a ball.
Beetle flips upside down upon his emerald shell wings, fluttering scratch a rhythmic ode to the stars. While legs weave a sextet pattern , calling to divine nights Pleiades cluster .
Venus with Jupiter reflect. Beetle dreams blending a potion, a magick dance to the other side of earth rolling earth into a ball.