Poetry and Art and More

My Garden

2011-01-26T07:18:00.000-08:00

I planted the seeds,
and into all lovely things beautiful they grew.
Flowers and herbs and bushes and trees.
I fed each with caring devotions and affection,
for year upon years,
and ages, old and new, and life.
Investments of time and attention,
till a whole garden evolves.
My wholeness and ground,
my Garden me.

Before You Knew

2011-01-15T10:35:00.000-08:00

I loved you before you knew,
and I loved you after,
even as just days ago I learned how to truly play the game,
so well.
See as high as the stars above Nirvana,
She is with you, Songbird,
skin to skin,
dreams now,
and August comes,
with old snails, hugs, and kisses, and words of love
and lost faith and trust,
and what does it matter, those things,
but I still believe in the dream before, even as I leave it,
and do as must be done,
move on and beyond still,
to dream
something,
after.

This place no longer contains me.
So please, please understand,
and I shall ask no more questions for no more lies.
I promise.

See us through the old glass door,
and carry those happy days in our hearts always,
for love is us now, it always was, it always will be.
Just silent now, like the winter snow.
Love comes, love goes. And then?
Spring time and new growth and summer and fall and winter again.

Happiness and love I wish for you,
fun and play and all good things.
A shoulder to cry on, yes that too,
blessing in the wind.
Forgetting and remembering in the embrace of another,
I do understand.

When you don't know what to say,
I say,
It doesn't matter now really. Does it?

I stand with both feet planted in the air,
remaining true for no reason.
Something timeless sings,
as we arrange our charms and magic,
free spirited, for another day and time,
with words and images and soft smiles and more play.

Precious it was and always will be,
before and after we ever knew.

Seed in the Wind

2010-10-02T21:43:00.000-07:00

The things I find,
buried deep,
when the night is awake,
I wander about.
The mysterious leads me,
to a place,
and bids me to seek protection now,
high and far away I must go inside.

Oh words,
what you do reveal.
A new gorgeous,
haunting.
and just after a Jaybird,
assured me with her lies.

I played all of them again,
yes of course,
it is the way,
and she loved you back too.

So Trickey destiny I will not stand in your way,
whatever that way is,
when two should be together as such.

3000 miles is nothing compared to this coming distance.

What is written,
so public,
hints at what is written so private,
in the game of fickle hearts,
always somewhere else,
never really here where we are.

Songs you betray me,
flirting about upon the wind.
And when lack becomes the mentioned,
there is something about to begin again.

Why do I pretend this to be, what it can never be?
Why do we? Why?

Go to her,
to the voice that is still haunting you.
May she take you to where you long to go,
to something more than this.

Lady of the Forest

2010-09-13T10:54:00.000-07:00

Lady of the Forest,
I am.
Seeing
in the sunlight that filters
through leaves and trees reaching tall
strong, confident, patient
knows,
in my very center,
meeting.

There,
hearts that were forever before
and after in sync,
a dance,
even as the body and mind rest.
Just happy smiling content.
Near or far
spaces of light.
Never a mystery to wonder.
A true heart, pure.

I linger along
exploring each path
stopping to gaze upon
and touch each and every flower
beautiful
and know he neither waits
or not.
My soul twin.
My only one, now.
Smiling happy, content.

It's a dream awake,
this place.
Here nor there.
Like the eternal star of the soul.

Queen Anne's Lace

2010-07-12T07:54:00.000-07:00

Forever

2010-07-12T07:53:00.000-07:00

Mystic Nights Mandala

2010-07-12T07:48:00.001-07:00

Forget Me Not Mandala

2010-07-12T07:48:00.000-07:00

Everything

2010-07-07T05:19:00.000-07:00

I came because I knew he'd be here,
dancing close with someone new,
and to see,
is what dispels the magic.

No, I never wanted to be everything,
just a part of,
everything.
Sigh.
Everything is such a heavy load.

In silence I cut the strings.
There is nothing more to say,
or do.
The flame is blown out by
winds of need and change,
though love remains,
as it will.

A new voice speaks to me,
understanding, knowing.
So why are you sitting there?
Because I like pain?

Go now.....
make yourself new!

Yes.

Dream Love

2010-04-29T05:04:00.000-07:00

He called me lovely girl,
and we danced
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me darling,
and we whispered,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me sweetheart,
and we sang,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me babe,
and we rocked,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me beauty,
and we dreamt,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me princess,
and we embraced,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

He called me love,
and we were one,
all night long,
he said I was,
his only one.

Strings

2010-04-20T05:33:00.000-07:00

Redefined in rainbow colors,
nothing bound,
nothing promised,
forever nows, you see,
we move up and up and see the stars,
of our selves together and seperate.

Be happy for what was learned,
it stays with us,
a guide, a way,
to journey on,
and discover yet more,
reflecting our best,
revealing me to you and you to me.

True friends can hold and also let go,
give and take and understand,
let each be as we will,
and love that friend just as we are,
nothing to change,
a soft place to land.

So play, sing, feel, be joy,
we release the puppet strings,
we can dance free together and alone,
in spaces between,
and in closeness we breath deep,
and with others who care too,
and come back to home base friend,
for I love you for that and more.

Journy to the Healing Garden - Dream

2010-04-15T03:18:00.000-07:00

Spring,
rains clean and wash away the cold and dead of winter.
Clean the house...
open the doors,
wash the windows,
sweep the floors,
take out the trash.

Dream.
Plant a new garden with the compost of the past.
Songs of love that have been proven untrue,
dream lover that was his game,
romance spells,
it means nothing,
and there is no true love Prince,
no soul mate even?
no strong man who can endure,
no knight in shining armor,
nothing written in the sky,
un-sing. Ok? Just do it.
Burn them in the fire of over now.

Dream love,
smothered, pushed away,
reeled back in,
and all the while,
something hidden,
betrayed.
I knew, down deep, I knew.
Threads cut one by one,
by my own hand.
I knew,
we needed to be set free.

Pictures,
the fantasy of him,
the fantasy of me,
the fantasy of us,
the fairy tale,
all gone.....delete.
Illusions dissolved.
Sigh.
I don't want to remember this dream.

All, becomes,
compost for the healing garden.

Dream love, because,
it's all that it really was in the end.
Just a stupid silly girl's dream.

Sensitive one,
silly one,
stupid one,
too trusting. I believed the dream.
I believed in him,
I believed his words,
I was a dreaming fool, on a pixel stage,
I guess.

It was safe only in myself after all.
Some part of me knew all along,
as the winter began.
Some grounding and protection created,
when I wrapped myself in the mundane,
of my own self care.
Threads cut one by one,
by my own hand.
I knew,
we needed to be set free.

Tears wash my heart clean,
open the window of my spirit,
try to not be afraid, ok?
Just try.
Threads cut one by one,
by my own hand.
I knew,
we needed to be set free.

Sing,
sing it all away.

I understand, I do.
But it hurts no less.

Time for the silly dream girl to become a woman,
to play again, and smile and fly.
Your time of sorrow is over now.
Become a Goddess, grow strong,
blossom and flower again.
Transform.
ok?
Just try,
in the Healing Garden.

Dream this dream no more.
Awake.

Life Raft

2010-04-14T10:15:00.000-07:00

Little drops,
falling down,
warm and salty fantasy,
lake of tears.

Hurt.

There was no
un-loved in me to say.
Even in confusion,
and it was not heard.

Alternatively betrayed,
California is
far away and fast,
with hours late, yes I know, melody.
As I became the default once again.
A first reason, not love,
so sad to know.
It comes round,
the 3rd and final rainy season.

I explain this flavor of love,
it's dream love.
No more can it be.
As so it proves.

First love waits contently,
and does not need.
Even when untangled,
love is there.

So truth hurt.

I shall forget Mexico soon,
I promise.
Spells fade away.

Never a dance even by another,
20 silver moons had passed me by,
till one most recent.
For Egyptian nights,
this butterfly might rest,
lightly harbored.
Friend.
I hear Magic dear,
caring, softly cautious,
this song to share.

Unable to begin again, just wait.
Weary, wounded,
little sail boat, upon this lake of tears.
Feel the healing caress by a so very gentle wind.

I do not need rescuing, no,
my needs are none, for
I can float upon this lake of tears,
which today seems a sea,
with independence,
my life raft.

Secret

2010-04-05T05:14:00.001-07:00

Forest grove quiet with mist,
peaceful calm.
I meet The Druid in dream.

What is your secret,
what do you hide,
he asks what I long to know.
He who can see me true.

I reply,
my soul, I could not give away, I am afraid.
Why would one want such of me or me of them?
Or my heart, or my song, how can one give it all?
Why am I so broken?

The Wise Teacher smiles,
and his eyes twinkle soft,
and he holds me in his knowing gaze.
Your heart and soul are yours,
which may dance and dream and love and sing,
mingled with another in a forever now,
but not be possessed,
even then.

True love remains with out containment,
as the butterfly rests in an open hand.

And always remember,
you are never alone,
you have you,
forever complete,
where the God and Goddess are part,
and you part of,
eternally one.

The sun sparkles through the mist,
and the trees in the grove,
spring leaves new green and bright.
the fragments of myself,
gather in whole,
I breath deep,
I begin again.

What of dreaming?
I ask.

Dreams are like tree seeds,
filled with spirit,
they must be rooted in the ground,
freed from seed being,
watered by the rain,
inspired warm by the sun,
nourished by the air,
to grow, to flourish, to leaf, to blossom to fruit,
to evolve,
to be touched by earthiness,
to cycle through,
seasons.
There they and you
join in completeness.
Even when the tree comes to its end,
seeds have dropped to the ground,
something begins again.
Love is like this too.

I thank him for his guidance.

I knew once....
but somehow forgot.
Now I know again.

Awake now,
sing and dance,
new seeds take root.
No more secret.

Un

2010-04-01T05:12:00.000-07:00

Untangle
Uncircle
Unvow

Undance
Unring
Undream

Understand

3 a.m.

2010-03-18T08:43:00.000-07:00

Somewhere between night and day.......
I go to sleep and wake alone,
I am she and she is me.
It's 3 a.m. and I've been split in two,
you are he and he is you.

Silly Girl

2010-02-01T03:10:00.000-08:00

Drifting in a dream,
lovely girl you were,
in too deep,
now feel the pain.
love is everyone,
a Cariad too,
but it means nothing,
nothing,
was everything.

Now lovely girl,
are they all too,
close your eyes and wake.
Illusion ends,
and dreams are clouds,
that flirt with every sky.
You know, silly girl,
now,
just drift away.

Forest Haven

2010-01-19T09:06:00.000-08:00

Forest Haven why did I leave you,
I long for your sweet lush green,
clothe me once more.
Great Tree ancient and rooted deep,
leafy whispers in the wind.
In camouflage of ferns and moss,
I'll lay down under you,
like I am one of your own.
Forest Haven hill,
in your secret rock cave,
mystery warm and dark,
I will surely explore, even deeper in time.
Stream and pool of reflection,
can I see and be only me alone,
and not be afraid.
Forest Haven,
I hear your song.

Earth, Fire, Water, Air, Spirit

2010-01-19T07:34:00.002-08:00

Love is of the EARTH,
a flower lightly rooted in,
gaze upon it, do not pick,
For it lives longer,
being rooted in the earth.

Love is in the heat of FIRE,
burning bright,
hover too close,
burn you and smother,
love's flame.

Love is in WATER,
ebb and flow with ease,
with knowing care,
hold in cupped hand,
drink.

Love is in AIR,
breath in, breath out,
see the stars,
in a night sky,
not claimed.

Love is in SPIRIT,
belief, swirling, shared,
inspiring and nurturing,
safe,
lightly sparkling in,
the flower.

Perfectly Imperfect

2009-12-29T10:32:00.000-08:00

Fly across the land and sea,
swirl and twirl with the wind,
I saw the fantasy of me,
perfectly imperfect.

A beauty of inner light,
aglow in ease,
sensitive to all silly ways,
living in the moments of now.

Then there he was in the sky too,
dreaming in shades of blue,
something was meant to be,
is there really love unconditionally?

I sing a song of don't count the hours,
or the days,
and don't wait for one,
already with you.

Am I worth the wait?
Am I worth each forever now?
Do you know?
Perfectly imperfect I am.

Clouds

2009-10-06T09:13:00.000-07:00

In a mist of thought,
children colored bright in wings and smiles,
danced and played near,
by trust they wander and dream.

Even as, messages they drop from the sky,
and land in pretty parched paper rolls,
and distract them from their play,
despite it all.

When they are off to the grand stage,
well, not sure why.
Standing in a crowd of names,
but who are they anyways.

Take me to the sky,
I'll play in the clouds,
and dance in your heart,
child of mine.

One Circle Around the Sun

2009-09-01T10:48:00.000-07:00

In a last Autumn of our new days,
I remember and smile.
And now,
in this circle round the sun,
are you warm with me?
Are you fine?

Do you trust in a love proven,
true,
lasting,
strong.

The spaces in between,
may at times seem dark and cold,
in a sleepless night.
But rest with me in content,
whisper to me in the woods,
and dream again and again a new dream,
and the spaces shall be a blessing,
upon our days.

Held

2009-07-21T09:12:00.000-07:00

In a soft cloud of my own creation,
hidden,
by my own care.
So self reliant I need be,
when none can begin to try to know.

Why so many things take us away,
like a sudden wind,
lifting and tossing and turning.
Be they leaves on an autumn tree,
carried away by this and that

What has gone now it seems.

Time offered no space,
no place,
nothing special even,
it flows ever undefined,
theirs,
and now was not a better forest glade for me to fall,
so rather,
I held me
gently
carefully
in safe and soft spoken words of love and understanding
my own,
when no one else could.

Dream

2009-05-19T05:03:00.000-07:00

Dreaming but not sleeping,

if so, never desire to wake,
only to love you,
and so loved by you be,
this way,
heaven.

From up this high last night,
I did not see the line,
between the serious and the play
and the dream,
and confused again I was spinning out,
then for a moment lost and then,
found.

Love
somehow tiptoes so careful
on the line
balancing,
don't fall
down.

Dream has been my haven,
my place with you,
and you know what I say,
before I say it to me,
even.
So to keep the complications,
from swirling in the winds of change,
lay them under the earthly ground,
resting buried deep and dark for,
now.
I hear your song as it sparkles in my soul,
and warms my heart,
where fear is not what I know,
I trust,
you.
I remember how not suddenly we became everything,
slow like the motion of dreams,
and soft on a cloud becoming,
forever.
Smiles and touches warm,
and moist whispers of love,
teeters need and want,
beautifully.
Not to land hard,
but hold tight together,
as we will float on and on,
and dream and dream,
now.

Broken

2009-04-30T09:40:00.000-07:00

I see the pixel land,
and sky,
and seas,
the dream awake,
where beauty dwells,
and the mystery,
yet to be born.

They come,
they wander alone,
they congregate and bond and create.
In all their glories, or not.

And some they carry with them,
from the land behind the veil,
hurt and pain and dis-ease and illness and heavy burdens,
the trapped, the broken.

And some,
they leave all that is heavy,
in the golden cauldron at the first gilded door,
the free, the whole.
They fly undeterred.

The broken wore what they brought,
and created more of it,
the cloud of it heavy and cold around them,
it became a crutch, a way, a deflection,
and so they handed it out,
the cloud of it around them and cold in turn, heavy also,
who in turn handed it out, and wore it,
and it continued on again and again.

And when it was handed to me,
one of the free,
I did not wear it,
I did not multiply it and pass it on, or know the illusion it can be,
but instead, I cast a spell upon it,
and turned it into a seed, and dropped it on the ground.
Where it grew into a rose, with knife like thorns,
that cut me,
I bleed,
but
not
broken.

Sapphires on Silver Circles

2009-04-09T12:51:00.000-07:00

Dreams in white
drifting be
more than partners and more than friends
and lovers even
eternally.
Vows safe in sapphires,
promise all we are,
and are yet to be.
Silver circles,
and shines in love,
witnessed by,
the stars.

Dragon Riders

2009-03-26T10:19:00.000-07:00

In a day so love does wake,
and in a night it sleeps in faith,
while dreams move he and I together,
to venture as one.

I love this Master of the Dragon,
the one who carries me along safe,
protecting what we become,
by a warrior's sword.

Dragon Riders now we be,
in a journey so sweet,
and wide,
it fills two hearts full.

And like bliss,
forever,
we fly.

Night Spider

2009-03-26T07:06:00.000-07:00

Beautiful spider and her web
in a starry night,
born from his little star,
a name from nowhere.

Silken threads sticky,
a glistening song in the dark sky,
while playing the game as a spider will,
in wait of opportunity.

I cover my ears so,
I do not hear the song
I cover my eyes and,
turn from the night.

Night Spider never my mystery,
in their secret nothing whispers.
For true love is revealed not,
in a star webbed sky.

Hero

2009-03-17T06:07:00.000-07:00

His Little Star,
so now reveals,
her sharp points cut,
a knife to gentle hearts.
Victim in a flash,
she shines and bestows,
a self still to be known,
such is the shadow of Jolene.
I will not cry for drama,
I will not bleed in vain,
still in the mirror he holds,
the hero she seeks.

Real Imaginings

2009-03-09T09:53:00.000-07:00

Why can't the veil stay in place,
and leave me be.
Silent in my thoughts,
moving in my dreams.
This is little tastes,
of the better and worse,
as I ride the waves of my illusions.
And now, I only want to play,
and to be be hidden from their real imaginings.

Real

2008-10-16T10:00:00.000-07:00

For so long I've drifted in and out of the dream,
wishful in love then words so easy to write,
grew from the redundant of no meaning,
seeds upon the surface of an infertile ground.

And now here I am,
In awe, I'm falling,
when the time seemed not fine even,
when one is entwined,
and me on winds all adrift.

Can I write the real now in words,
When I am sure it won't be enough.

Even the pieces of us are bigger than me.

How far will I fall in love,
before you catch me?
"...time after time."

Mostly I feel safe in you,
a warm bright haven,
like we were always there from the beginning,
forever ago and forward and all the nows in between,
here we are.

And mostly, I am the happiest I've ever been,
in this world of illusions and dreams.
To dream awake with you,
lights my heart,
so brightly,
I smile,
real.

Between Here and There

2008-09-29T07:50:00.000-07:00

Not a place really,
a kind of nowhere,
true limbo.

Endless love longs to begin,
While the heart of it is,
triangled
into a second place that confines and defines and limits.

I did see me falling,
and when I stopped the not looking,
and clearly there is the Y in this path
just up ahead.

I fling fine,
this and that,
toss it up in the air,
maybe once, maybe twice.
But the heart does enter in,
even skin to skin,
beat to beat,
it is just the way I am made.
Being me, quirky that way.

A deep well,
in a sunny warm day,
shining bright in what we could be.

I can so remain good friend,
or be more,
contemplate.

To self medicate with cooling waters,
tears from our sky,
drowning this fire.
Leaving only embers waiting now,
between here and there,
somewhere.

Ar lan y môr

2008-09-19T12:37:00.000-07:00

Not written by me...but just sometime I wanted here. :-)

Ar lan y môr

Ar Lan y Môr is a popular, traditional Welsh love song.

Ar lan y môr

Ar lan y môr mae rhosys cochion
Ar lan y môr mae lilis gwynion
Ar lan y môr mae 'nghariad inne
Yn cysgu'r nos a chodi'r bore.

Ar lan y môr mae carreg wastad
Lle bûm yn siarad gair â'm cariad
O amgylch hon fe dyf y lili
Ac ambell gangen o rosmari.

Ar lan y môr mae cerrig gleision
Ar lan y môr mae blodau'r meibion
Ar lan y môr mae pob rinweddau
Ar lan y môr mae nghariad innau.

Down by the sea

Down by the sea red roses are blooming;
Down by the sea white lilies are gleaming;
Down by the sea my true love is dwelling,
Sleeping all night, rising up in the morning.

Down where the sea laps at the flat rock
My love and I did wander and talk;
All around us grew the white lily,
And there were sprigs of rosemary.

By the seaside are blue stones
By the seaside are the sons’ flowers
By the seaside is every virtue
By the seaside is my sweetheart.

Shadow of Me

2008-08-26T07:41:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time,
I was me and you were you,
while you upon the altar
sang songs, two new.
I danced like I can't dance,
and young happy girl you did see,
as you became the all knowing eye,
and I a monarch butterfly.