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Monday, March 16, 2015

Ugly

What does ugly mean?
Is ugly anything that's not young and smooth?
I've gained 20 pounds since the fall of 2013.
Don't medicate with food, my friends 
Very often I feel ugly
Not comfortable in my own skin
Maybe, though
Could it be possible?
That ugly is inside 
And not outside?
I wonder 
Perhaps ugly is what happens inside 
When we let fear, anger or despair win
And we lash out at each other 
Or hide 
When I do that
I know I feel ugly 
So is it a look or an action?
Is it inside or outside?
When I think about it
I feel tired and heavy 
And 
Ugly
And I want to take it all off
My body
All the crappy, nasty stuff
That we all all do to each other 
The daily fight
This false separateness
And I want to be one 
I want to take beauty, peace and joy
As my lover
I want us to wrap around each other 
And in the tender warmth of oneness 
The natural state 
Of pure love is revealed 
We are lifted, made better
Free!
And I think in this, there is no ugly 
I think that ugly 
Is something that happens to us
When we are blinded to the sheer beauty 
Within ourselves 
And in others
I think we can make this journey 
Easier or harder for one another 
We can ease or add to each other's burdens

I don't want to be ugly 
Anymore 
Or ever again 

I don't see any of you that way either 

Let's try and remember from now on
There's no ugly 

There's just
Us








Wednesday, March 11, 2015

The Door Is Open

I could never be disgusted
With what you are
Penis or vagina
Smooth or wrinkled 
Fit or fat
Whoever you like to fuck
Or make love to?
Or not
It's all good
Any race, color or creed
Religious, atheist, witch, whatever
I'm cool with that 
Your job, or lack of it
That's okay too
Your choices
Your stellar mistakes
Your victories
Your "weird" family
Your vices and addictions
Where you live 
Who you're with
What you've done
Or even what you're doing now
You're here, you're alive 
And, you're beautiful 
So am I 
Sometimes I'm brilliant 
Other times
I'm as dumb as a stump
So, teach me
Teach me YOU
And I will teach you ME
I want to know 
I've thought about it
And I think....
This is the only way 
Anything changes
We don't have to be clones
We don't have to believe the same way
We dont' have to
Anything 
Except be
And we can help each other 
Overly simple?
I've been called worse 
Anyway
The door is open 



28

Two souls
Patiently waited
Denied entry 
Rows of little pills
Years of the 28
Fear
And everyone's opinion
But her own 
So loud!
She allowed them to crowd out 
The call of her heart 
And so their journey together
Was not meant to be
Eventually she threw away 
The little paper in her wallet 
Containing their names 
Pretending she wasn't sad
That she didn't KNOW
Tucked the memory away
Deep down 
Today they came to visit
She who would have been mother 
Not with anger, or regret 
No
Today, the day that will be their birthday 
They came with a message of love 
Endless beautiful love
And Grace
There are so many paths
We have been at your side 
Watching, loving, and helping
You are ready now
Strong and powerful
Stepping into the light
You go rock this life, Mom
And we're going to do the same 
Know that we love you always 
And I you, my little ones
We will meet another way, mom 
Have no doubt 
We must go now 
Today is our birthday
And our family is waiting 
OK my angels
Thank you for this gift
You are in my heart always 

Every day is a new chance
Regardless of our yesterdays
Today is a new day 
A day to give birth 
And create ourselves 
And this world 
Anew

The Sun Is For Me?

Water droplets
Illuminated by morning sun
Pointed cat ears
Larger on the wall behind
The sun even shines on me
And I am always surprised

Saturday, March 7, 2015

Supernova

Sometimes there's no comfort in familiarity 
Some nights you're just 
Naked
Not in a broken kind of a way 
But more in a re-membering way
Return to 
Everything you are
All that you have been
Lifetime over lifetime 
The need to leave the flesh behind 
And go home!
But you came here for a reason 
And it's just so strange 
The day to day
With it's rhythms
Survival and beyond 
And it all comes back to you
In these oddly ordinary moments 
You think you could just
Supernova 
While you're loading the dishwasher 
That world, that home
And this, this sweet aching
Incredibly delicious, heartbreaking walk
They're merging 
You hold conversations 
And you witness yourself
All the while 
The knowing
You keep going 
And it's so peculiar 
Nobody notices anything different 
And you marvel that they don't see
In perfect love
And perfect trust 
In the perfect irrelevance of time
You are

Thursday, March 5, 2015

Full Moon High

I am maiden, mother and crone
Inclusive 
I am a child running wild 
Dancing with the wind 
Tree forts, good junk and lady's slippers
I am spirit, soaring free
Looking down upon this body
Now stilled
I am every soul I have ever loved
Ever known 
In every lifetime 
There is no separation 
In truth, there never was
I am the face of my mother 
Looking down into my cradle
I am the knowing spark
In Stevie cat's beautiful eyes
Telling the witch how it goes
I am the tinkling laughter in the treetops 
When the fae play in the breeze 
I am the ice age upon stone formations
Holding their story, their wisdom 
Unlocked in a single touch
I fly with the dragonfly 
I am the lily in the spring sun
I am every witch, in all times
I am winged, I am angel
I change shape 
I am timeless 
I am the moon and the stars

All are lover, brother, sister, friend, parent, teacher and sage to me. 

All are a gift. Unique precious, unforgettable, worth beyond all riches.

You are breathing, being, and doing. Right now. This is the good stuff, you know.