Given Love
There’s a ring around the rose
There’s a secret no one knows
It’s kept within enclosed petals.
Keeper of the vine,
Taster of the wine
teaching me that life is giving love
Life is given love love love
Life is giving love
I’ve been givin' love love love
Life is given love
There’s a circle in the square
There’s an answer to this prayer
There’s a hope that’s in the air for love.
It is bigger than we know,
but it’s small so it can grow
teaching me that life is giving love
Follow me, tiny me
We’re planting our hearts with the seeds!
Follow me, tiny me
to see how true love grows on trees!
And when you come around
don’t forget what’s in the ground.
The garden is the sound of love.
I keep looking at this place
we embody and embrace.
We can see that it’s been given love.
Come On
Sketching the trees
I’m relieved to have found
the secret world etched
beneath the ground
where the roots of the trees
converse and play ball.
Examples the trees
have been to us all.
Come on, Sweet Princess
adorned in distress,
Come out and have some fun.
The ocean’s the sleeve of the
Great One’s dress
sequined in the sun.
Green and gold fields
are revealing their flowers.
Why are you hiding
up in that tower?
People are out
when the petals are pink
forgetting that they care
what everyone thinks.
Hear In The Heart
I close my eyes and I could be anywhere.
I open my mind and find that I am
living inside this moment so wide.
With you, I am beyond the sky.
And I follow my heart much higher ‘till
I start to feel small, but there you are still.
All is too fast, but you are so near,
and this is the song that I hear:
I’m holding you and I am setting you free.
It’s what the beat of the heart does effortlessly,
the heart does effortlessly, the heart does effortlessly.
I know this song. This is the one
that I always sing. It’s the one that I love.
So deeply we listen like This Is You Are
a hearing, a hearing right here in the heart.
The heart has a message. It’s very divine.
I open her letters as I open my eyes
to see a drop of rain drip from a very wide sky
and I am struck laughing in the quiet of joy.
You are holding me and you are letting me see.
It’s what the sun and the sky do effortlessly.
The sky does effortlessly. The sky does effortlessly.
I close my eyes and I could be anywhere.
I open my mind and find that I am
living inside this moment so wide.
With you, I am beyond the sky.
More and more rain falls at my feet.
In a whisper she tells me, “It is still me.”
You are holding me and you are setting me free
It’s what the beat of the heart does effortlessly,
the heart does effortlessly, the heart loves effortlessly.
Love The Child Who Cries
Love the child who cries
Who sees there’s something wrong
Love the child who cries
Who won’t just laugh along
With the fantasy
That we call reality
We’ve all been told by somebody
"It’s just the way
Things are."
Love the child who cries
Who dares to make a sound
Kiss the lids of their eyes
Give thanks that they have found
A way to know they care
Every teardrop is a prayer
A wish to alter what’s unfair
About the way
Things are.
I am a child who’s
stubborn and withered
My tears go down south
to the mouth of the river
Rolling and Flowing
to pave the new way
For children to swim
and splash and play
Love the child who cries
Who sees there’s something wrong
Kiss the lids of their eyes
For they won’t just laugh along
With this fantasy
This ever-shifting reality
Where change occurs quite frequently
it's the way
things are,
just the way
things are.
Mirror
She wears a broken mirror like a skirt,
a belly dancer’s dream
shattering and shattering
while she shakes the universe
with all the women that can move in circles.
It’s a dance. I wear bells and stars
like a womb that burst
into reflections of this Love,
This One, This Hologram,
This Let There Be Breath.
This which came first:
The moment or “not yet?”
Leap and sit and sip and slip
reflect in me a prism
that’s the color of this, “yes.”
I warmed this broken glass,
this crystal ball, this loving heart,
this whole self released and realized,
open-closed reflections,
complexions, contractions,
inflections of the One.
How selfless is consciousness!?
How counted is the Self!
The faces of the rain,
she’s the same, and yet, he’ll see
all the roots and all the branches
hold the One of all the tree,
and all the truths and all the chances
endless in time, endless in now, endless in me.
To wear the body like a skirt
spinning past her sacred purpose
part the east, part a song,
shattered into pieces upon pieces of Peace.
How is there anything one has to be?
We are one Another’s Dream.
Remembering Love
I peek down the path you came from,
and smile at glorious choices.
I take a handful of light for my own feet,
so I may rise through this forest and see
how there was never meant to be
an end to all of this Love.
There is always a field surrounding us leading to another forest, leading to another more fragrant field,
A shore of sand that leads to a wider sea.
(the sacred places we have seen.
The sacred visions in our dreams.
I saw a tree that we called our home.)
Where we speak quietly and we laugh wholeheartedly
and our bodies shudder with lust.
And we touch intentionally and we forget (eventually)
we once thought there were two of us.
Always.
This is the eternal broken down maze.
In the roundabout way we’re chasing each other
playing pin-the-tail-on-forever,
asleep to songs (sounds) of whatever
through this garden of delight
as night turns to day, day turns dark
Deliberately starting where we stop,
ending where we once began.
You’ve given me the gift of permission
To touch you with my magic tricks.
The spell that wishing is.
Take it as it comes.
Falling away, into the severity that simplicity is.
Our compliance is a moment past control,
revealed on the far side of every breath,
too beautifully off the count
Our dance.
(Remembering we’re one.
Reveal to me a world to come.
where Love and the Heart
and Talk of Divinity
and Sacred Feminity
are Our dance.)
The sun cups my hair as we walk down the street.
In broad daylight he's always touching me
And those that see me comment
on the way he makes me "blush:"
Catching me in this wild affair
With what is here for all of us.
You have seen me staring into you.
Dreaming into an endless song.
Written by the quiet daughter of a magician
who has made the world her summer.
I give you the key to bypass my intellect.
Sit.
Within a season to
Unreason with all of it.
Beneath a quiet mind,
there is a volcano of heart, a windstorm of limbs,
a universal womb of starships- all ours.
And I want to let my skin
get used to the air that follows you,
the blessings that cling to your hair.
The love that lingers… there.
Drink promises from my lips,
from spaces so tiny
there is only room for another world inside
safe from our sight.
The angel to your left likes me,
and so does the one to your right.
She likes my taste in jewels
and calls me grandmother and friend.
They’re blessing us…
they say may all your days
be days of awakening.
My lover’s call is alone a gang of wolves
of donkeys kicking, governments of fish,
and feeble minds splitting
into the pieces they are,
only to find One another again.
That is what we have done.
Find me, chase me.
Jog the memory of love.
Bring me to the worlds we have known,
and I will bring you back to earth.
The galaxies we have seen are peaceful.
You let all men there decorate you with greenery
and pride and flags with each soul’s emblem of meaning—
a compressed memory of life.
Built on subtle hills of understanding, we will be.
Let us be.
May we always be remembering love.
The Fly & The Flea
This is the song of the fly
and the song of the flea
and the sound of a swat
and the sound of a scream
and the song of a cry
and the sound of a plea
inside of the nightfalls that are holding
the lightbulbs
so that we may all see
that we are the playmates
and the boundless soul mates
in love with eternity.
Flee from my mother
fly from my father.
How I have forgotten there is no escape
within understanding
how perfect a landing
we have made in this place.
If ever my heart was not big enough,
if ever the going had gotten too tough,
I wished I could fly, I wished I could flee.
I wished for permission to know I was free
to explore more
and free to be more sure
free to repress less
free to dissect this
yes, free to dismantle this story.
‘Cause we who like to fly
and we who tend to flee
may find our way perpetually
‘Cause the thing about love is,
the whole world is buzzing and humming incessantly.
and we are the playmates
and the boundless soul mates
in love with eternity.
Soul Sings
The birds all have
a bible, birds choose,
birds believe, birds
eating from the streets, eating from the trees
in their hearts they know their truest nature,
in their hearts there is a song
and the hawk and the raven learn
they are what they are
though all of creation
doesn’t get why they must be in a world of black and white—
where the “other” may be right, when
the only “other” that I know
is the soul inside of me.
This is right and that is wrong,
but when your soul sings, I love that song.
i wish that I could show you that I know you.
I wish my wisdom were a book you liked to read.
How I hoped you’d tell me something truer,
how i hoped that you’d reveal yourself to me
But you come to me and tell me you are “Guilty.”
And I say
“Oh, my lovely friend,
is that your name?”
“Let me introduce myself,
I’m ‘Sorry.’ It’s nice to met you,
but I also am ‘To Blame.”
I want to enter your sanctuary
with a heart that’s pure
Just because the truth has always been
here, doesn’t mean that we know her.
First I had to meet my own identity
by identifying with
what’s outside of me. There we play by rules of weak and strong,
but when the soul sings, I love that song.
At one time I was the one she listened to in vain and said
“had i made the better choices, maybe we would be the same…”
and the eagle soars above my head, “Won’t you take control instead?”
and let it all come back to me, and bring branches from an olive tree
to show us there may be a chance we can believe in peace.
that someday i may hear the words the birds sing,
and smile at how fear can sound so pretty
to our ears, Because our fears won’t be fears
but tiny seeds that we can hear.
And the birds on the street won’t call me traitor
‘cause maybe this is who i have been all along.
I’d rather say it now than say it later
because when my soul sings, I love that song.
I know we’re all trying in our very own way,
and I know everyone is saying
exactly what they’re meant to say,
and suddenly the world is getting softer
we’ve gone up the hill
to fetch a pail of water,
we have fallen down and
we’ve broken our crowns,
but i look at you cause
after comes the laughter.
Don’t you see my branches are translucent
and delicate as the gift of love?
You may think the wings we wear are useless
‘till they show us that below is as above.
i tried to put words on pure potential
and pure potential is the place I miss
within a truth is anything can happen,
in family with all the songs that live.
Zoo Za Zoo
The mountain is high but it appears larger
not wanting to go backwards I break from my past.
You have caught me spiraling downwards
I feel like I made it inside at last.
The branches are deeper, much fuller, much richer,
My legs are resting like two grains of sand.
With beauty abundant, my thoughts are a picture
of this parcel of moistened, well grounded land.
Zoo Za Zoo Za Zoo Za Zoo
I love you.
You always said you knew I was gifted
but you never could figure out just how much
my body is baffled and my spirit is lifted
each time I surrender to your elegant touch.
Tonight’s the recital for these old, creepy oak trees
They’re flouncing and flampant
in their constant rebuttal.
The squirrel who listens while waiting on bent knees
inspires the leaves to fall towards a puddle.
We’ve evolved the wrong way. how can I go backwards?
How can I take credit for things I’ve not named,
where needing another has come to be misused
and added to this premise that I only can blame?
Zoo Za Zoo Za Zoo Za Zoo
I love you.
The pulsing ground welcomes this beautiful dream catcher
the songbirds that sit at the base of my spine
are telling my heart that I need not go faster
that God’s making room for Her precious friend, time.
For winters have come, but winters don’t stay.
They’re just making sure they still have their say
So, lets close our eyes while night seeks the day
and slumber seduces these games that we play.
Zoo Za Zo Za Zoo Za Zo
I love you.
LOVESONG TO DEMETER
What if a second sun showed in our atmosphere?
Twice the light to reflect off a golden moon?
How then, How then,
How then would you look to-day
to follow through to truth?
Where effervescence is the limit,
you pang at the door
when it keeps shutting to the heart
of me and my Kore.
Somewhere inside this rainbow
there sits enough light
for both you and I
to stand and be right.
We keep living out the question
Who is, who is, Who is in the knowing?
While I'm thriving in a framework
someone else is sowing,
won't you let all of the stars
remind us that there is no true shortage here?
Nestled up together's where you'll find us
exhaling our promises to fear.
The box is the trickster
not just the lock. Me, I'm the key I've let wander off
'till I come back around
to this day filled with dreams,
I'm hatching the words, "I choose to be seen!"
Cause I've come to the moment
I learn you are the latch,
and I have sung this song.
I have sung this song
somewhere inside this rainbow
there sits enough light
for both you and i to stand
and be right.
there is enough light.
There is enough light.
Here is enough light.
BIRTHDAY
Inhabiting the circle,
kissing rounded, colored stones,
all my yet to be selves
dwell with the child singing alone.
I tend to now and call her attention to the floor
with a single message from inside,
“I have been here before.” This is how we remember.
Little girl, you are sage and king here
gentle and kind.
Take your precious time
with the subjects called your shells on the shores
of your mind.
Seagulls dwell where they fly,
overhead in the sky.
Someone had to volunteer to be me,
to claim a birthright that is mine.
Someone had to volunteer to be me.
Who better to do it than I?
It always is my birthday.
Now I sit by blackened shores.
I feel my fingers turning soggy
from things I’ve thought before.
Life’s a sunny daydream had in another’s naked skin.
So, I wash my gifts and run away
towards a shore where we all win.
I have come here from the reef,
through the depths of my rebirth
paying homage to a birthright gifted to me by the earth.
Make a wish and sing! You are sage and king here,
gentle and kind.
Take your precious time
with the subjects called your shells on the shores
of your mind.
Seagulls dwell where they fly,
overhead in the sky.
Someone had to volunteer to be me,
to claim a birthright that is mine.
Someone had to volunteer to be me.
Who better to do it than I?