the dead parts of me gave life to other things like moss and fairy folk amongst cold streams.. yet i am ALIVE! and even more a home to many others. i peak my head up through the over coat of death in the last throws of winter and proclaim, spring! SPRING time is here!

And can't we? Can't we know the dancer from the dance? for the dance is all its own but the dancer she brings heat she brings her eyes she makes it real. apart from the dance her mind is beautiful and she holds up the entire universe with her movement...

when i am in battle. when i am in the heat of the middle of the struggle i hear your voice, and it brings me straight out of it and into another time and place...

We must awaken and Rise! we must use our voice to shudder time and divide as we will

i went to the moon for you i saw all their wondrous terrible psychological operations going on i pulled back the curtain for you i proclaimed loudly in love and light this is life! its not a game its not an operation its not a machine it IS Sacred.

was it that we were asleep? she came in dancing from the great central sun. and touched our foreheads and we rose the crags and crevaces and twisted menaces of the underworld started to lift in a mist and we found ourselves in paradise again..

eyes like eagle wolf grey moon visions sun burnt Angels wings long suffering monotonous full of color cracking the light in your chest open revealing the infinity love i was naked, and had no dignity my raiment was stolen by the greatful enslaved i stand on the Rock. i built my home with rock on … Continue reading full of color →

oh my shining sweet sun but a small jewel in the aspect of my whole being all the Gods here in this realm chase you and you set them in motion making them believe you rise and set your light is theirs. even where it doesnt penetrate youre warm enough to gift them luminescence