Tuesday, April 28, 2015

You Are


You are a Queen of the highest order 
You are the Mama Divine 
You are the Deep Magick remembered 
You are the hands holding the soul of this Indigo Space 
You are a glittering cloak made of waveforms and starlight
You darkly shine 
So those whose eyes are still new will not be blind 
But will wake up to this moment of Love 
And know 
I am yours and you are mine. 

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Ripeness



The wind blows the wind blows!
He helps our fruit fall Down
The wind blows the wind blows!
Let's let it go ~ there's plenty 

What he wants is Fruit!
Let's give him some!
What he wants is apples!
But watch out ~ He's hungry