love - wordless and exciting
a form of fear, birthing endless poems and songs
This love is hopeful and wondering,
a sword unsheathed, eyes squinting,
light of the sun's bounce too bright.
this love was sure things were going to work out,
no matter what mind argued.
It was invincible.

Then love got neglected
fell in the ranks of priorities,
unwittingly manifesting injury.
This love was devastated,
How does one continue?

Love didn't have anything to do with it.
Love doesn't give up, or hesitate,
Love gives chances,
Love fortifies and nourishes the soul.
It is I that gave up on love,
only to return to it anew,
hopeful and wondering.

Boy, your karmic, end-of-the-world behavior is pushy.
Let me elevate in my own Divine Time,
Just keep lighting your own grid,
The rest intersects and synchronizes accordingly.

Stop.
I know you are trying to help,
Stop quoting it.
Stop paraphrasing it.
Be a simple, living breathing example of it.

Heart detects magic way before the word is attached to the moment
The feel of Divine Joy
Wordless direct consciousness elevator
Zero Point tuned
Who is the blind one who sees all?

Awareness creeps through a series of mishaps and gentle reminders, taking exquisite twists, swirling through subconscious bubbling up to...another 'oops, i am not loving myself enough in this little spot right here.'

As usual, i have the luck to spend chunks of my day with people i love and admire. Unknowingly depositing juicy life-bits of acknowledgment or perspective to light up my curiosity as if i were a baby progressing from standing to walking, from stumbling and grabbing for leverage to stompin' freely with a dribbly grin on my face. Friends serving as flashlights or flares so we can all maintain our reflective collective brightness. I do not find any better motivation at present.

Time is an intangible gift that can be molded and stretched to the point of metronome quiver, somersaulting into gratitude.

Ryan predicts my future in the mountains, fully connected yet free to roam
Alvaro instructs me to move sideways because there's been enough horizontal  (for now)
Rio shares mindbending art that makes my brain squeal and my gut ache for more authenticity in my expression
Silvia for taking Hanuman size leaps onto crooked cobblestone streets, reminding me the of time when i moved to another country for love that wasn't possible to live without

I mean when i don't think about it not.thinking. (the speechless sunrise place) it's just heart and gut brains guiding. A different kind of 'think' ... once at a women's circle, the shaman told us that the stones don't speak English or Spanish, and we have to adjust our listening to it. Instructions aren't always in the form we expect. This is why i have been tuning my nervous system, being out in nature, studying, learning, creating theories, driving myself insane to blessed madwoman.

So here's to you
To blowing your own mind
On a continual basis
And may you have friends
surround you to maintain the alternate
realities that you have tucked away
the psychic dust bunnies under your metaphorical bed

pokes and prods soft as armless embrace
the aesthetics now slightly ajar
the squishy moment of empty space
the beauty of it
falling apart and spilling all over the joint

and you see what is already there
has simply been there
the rumble of yes

that random
is indeed
the order