Three Kisses

Rumi knows what's up 

Dog is my Spirit Guide

Am I taking care of Dog?

Or is Dog taking care of me..?

Dog Only Knows it's the later..

We make fast friends and when we do it's a fantastic time.. We have a lot in common, Dog is my Shaman.. we stop to smell the flowers, could do this for hours.. We eat, we nap, we sunbathe, we play.. could easily do this all day. 

So we Figure it's a Fair Trade: 

I'll feed us, you get us going.. 

I'll open the door, you show us the Way.. <3

Night Wings

It is Sleeping Vishnu 

The God of rest 

I curled up small my head on his chest 

I caught his Dreams there and built a nest

And we dreamed the Good things 

Of Wings..

So I don't care now

Too much for your Nightmares there,

Darling ...

These days I have a taste for something New

Morning dew and the Rainbow glow

Vishnu only Knows 

What Monsters of the deep

Lie within your Dark and Lurking sleep..

..they Terrorize your mind.

My kind flies Free 

Has wings of the Dove 

and these days The Lark too

Hark, She carries an Arc

Sits on the Moon 

The room where Cupids arrow Flies

I shot you Down 

It sounded like Silence and felt like a Feather 

or a little fairy Flitting by..
Fine by me  

But Nothing left for you

..except maybe These two.

Soar back to the Angel's Nest 

on your Night Wings 

Dream there,

Darling ...

That's where I rest
in Wait for you

Come Over and See me Sometime

I'll Lie to you the way you Love 

Bind and wrap you, Little dove

and Pull you back Into my Peace.

~*~

Wings all my own / Full grown and 

Fly me to the moon, got my bird-song in tune.. 

One of these days you're gonna hear me sing.

The Power in Humility

It was about Humility.. The thing you wanted so bad that you would Beg for it. The thing that brought you to your Knees...... It held great power. There was no right answer to the question, it could have been anything.. this thing that you begged for. Begging like Praying.... It must have been something really Amazing. 

Yes maybe it was Love's True Kiss but then maybe something else was more powerful for you that day.

Whatever it was, though, it taught you about Humility. It reminded you that you are small. The great mystery there being that somehow in remembering our humility.. in practicing it willingly..... we can gain great power too.

The Compass

I have a compass pointing North to where you are 

Way far high and the Trees grow Tall 

I dreamed I spread my wings to a Flying V 

Destiny, faith, magnetism and All..

I have a Compass inside and it's pointing Up North 

I can smell the dew and the Evergreen Pine 

So I stretched my wings and followed your Call 

And I flew Up North to make you mine 

Way far High where the air is Thin 

I felt your face and touched your skin 

I Flocked to you through the headwind..

And Dreamed that's where our story begins

The Oldest Tale Ever Told

A deep and familiar silence fell over the land..

Wings flapping and a hush

Infant slumber and such

Soft to the touch 

All made of memories 

and enchantment 

and hope

and trust 

Confusion magic and torment all 

hanging there

suspended midair 

Little fairies now 

with their Frozen wings 

and such..

What was their rush?

It had all been said before 

thousands of lives ago 

recited to her cozily 

like the lines from a play

Purring and all

You might recall it was thousands of pages long..

And we all know how that story turned out.

Graceful hands and feet

Yes and that's how the story goes..

Stems for legs and petals for toes

Lakshmi the Goddess of Fortune knows 

How to dance on his feet

And kiss all his toes 

Boots to the side

And tear off his clothes 

Remembering just how the Lotus grows .. <3

After the Fireworks

And the wild heart kicks and screams like an exhausted child.. and the mind soothes her, a loving mother. Too much excitement at the fireworks tonight, she says.. and they meet in the middle all salt tears and sweet stories of white doves broken free from our chests their cage.. whispered quietly to one another to wash it all for sleep. See how they carry our dreams in their little beaks? Lavender twigs and the purple petals..  up to the heavens as an offering to our stars.