19 Apr 2014
Tags: celebration, chakra, fire, goddess, moon cycle, NaPoWriMo, photography, shadows, star constellations, stillness, synoptic points, transformation
The Moon resides in me.
I celebrate the moon.
Waning sleep cycle
Of a goddess,
Receding for comfort,
And the small voice
quiet in shadows
speaks to me,
A fragile unshelling
Waiting to come out
my surging ocean moving
Across sands and pebbled beaches,
An expanding heart
Gathering points of light
A constellation of stars
And synoptic sparks
18 Apr 2014
Tags: alive, Hawaii, light, Maunaloa, mist, mountain, myth, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, reality, stone
And walk twenty yards
From the highway.
Myth is alive,
Movement rustling in darkness,
Light seeping from clouds,
A slight breeze,
A dancing Lehua blossom
An unbeaten path,
A stone throw
from the known.
We are divorced from what’s real,
Believing in our own superiority,
And have we forgotten our relations?
The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,
All waiting for us to return home.
17 Apr 2014
Tags: creative, divine, goddess, heart, light, mind, NaPoWriMo, photography, sacred
From the Goddess,
An ancient awakening
In my words,
In my thoughts,
In my understanding
Billowing heart, sacred mind,
runs through me,
17 Apr 2014
Tags: dream, fossil fuels, NaPoWriMo, Rita Dove, wood smoke
With a potato in my stomach,
Not the black rotten one the guy eats
In the “Pianist”
You know, the one he peels with
But a microwaved one,
Mushy from high-powered waves
That could’ve burned my
brain in seconds,
`cause I live in this modern world
Of hurry up and do it now
“Wiring” it up “for comfort” as Rita Dove would say.
Days of shifting logs in wood stoves
Singed hairs and charcoaled finger tips are over.
Though I miss the smell of
beans simmering on a winter day
And will dream of wood smoke and soot,
crumbling bark and damp log filling the air.
15 Apr 2014
Tags: cold blue, dancing, lunar eclipse, music, NaP, night, photography, red moon, shadows, sky
“the creative lunars are out” she said,
With music like honey on her lips,
And the red moon hanging low.
Into the cold-blue I went outside
with cats dancing in the shadows
and hair cascading into the night
And lay on the playground slide
Still chill and stared into the sky
Mesmerized by her aberration
Comforted by her transformation.
April 14, 2014
That moment when
the moon sets behind the mountain
and the sun rises from the sea
there is a stillness inside of me
12 Apr 2014
Tags: budding, death, dew, journey, life, Maunaloa, morning, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, plants, waking
It’s all about the journey,
Believing in miracles,
Dormant creative forces,
Pushing to achieve,
Reaching to let go.
I took a detour,
Wound through dew-laden
Plants and budding shrubs,
To watch the sun rise on the mountain,
And catch one of the many faces of Maunaloa,
Her meditation, her chant, her adoration to life,
Waking in her wake,
Feathers and flower buds
Waiting to open.
10 Apr 2014
Tags: cat, darkness, NaPoWriMo, night, rain, reflecting, tired
at day’s end,
Loud silence seeping
Through an open window,
Crickets and voices
in the distant darkness,
A grey cat keeping watch
At night, a moon hiding
I Empty my mind
of Cluttered thoughts,
breathing cool air
and the smell of light rain
on the ground
still warm from day.
08 Apr 2014
Tags: anticipation, beauty, breathing, dawn, knowing, NaPoWriMo, stars, wanting, woman
I swallow the stars as I breathe in,
Releasing them into the universe,
My heart beating rapidly with fire,
Knowing, anticipating, wanting,
Counting seconds of light before
She arrives, soft, beautiful, brilliant.