Closure

I got a glimpse today
I felt the heat rising within
I softened, melted multiple times

As the day went on, a little hurt here
A slight clench there

A gift not met
That small contraction closes my veil

Getting lonely, feeling lost
Stormy weather, pulling me in

I am loved, yet I feel alone
My yearnings insatiable,
Who could possibly meet them

More fullness, fire, radiant heat
When the flame goes out, I feel dead

I want to be pressed open, the penetration of his art
Can I keep giving, when I want, want, want?

I too must generate spontaneous art
Devotional offering, yearning awakens my flame
And allows me to live more fully from my heart

Melting Open

Opening to love
That's all there is

Deep, full love is only a sheath away
Breathe into that veil
Deeper, dissolving the filters of my perception

Expanding my breath down into my heart
Relaxing my jaw, shoulders, softening.
Feeling the other, can I feel their heart?

It's such a thin layer that keeps us apart
Closure an old habit, protecting my heart

I invoke my instincts like a sensing animal,
Feeling, smelling - noticing more
Knowing I am safe, I can open love's door

Or I invoke the child of wonder, trusting, adoring, following you
Devotional disposition, vulnerable, each moment is new

Sometimes it's hard, when I don't get my way
You annoy me, are closed and don't want to play

Can I see past your hurts, thru mine, not reacting
Practicing in the moment, yearning and giving affection

Melting you open, with a soft touch or gaze
I can lessen the closures, opening the gates

Melting us open to God, is the feminine's divine fate.

Pressing Me In

You surprise me, forcefully without any harm
And take me, strongly in your arms


The depth of your gaze and the dark in your eyes
Fills me, fuels me, ecstatically - I love the surprise

Your confidence, intense pace
Commanding tone and serious face

Melt me, relax me
Who knew you could put me in my place

Your fierceness and fire smooths me, irons me out
You are taking me to new places, without a doubt

Pressing me in, opening to God
Nervous system now on 'slow'
I softly surrender, allowing our love to flow

Keep Opening

The house is quiet, little stirring in the air.
My heart still expanded, but do I dare, share my flair?

Folding back into the life stream
Our weekend like a dream

Alchemy - a gift witches create
Turning the ordinary into an altered state

Love, open, "gift" - no matter what
No more falling in a rut

Who needs a little spice of my brew
How could I gift it so they feel anew

Feeling, sensing - what do they need
I will stay open, dropping my seeds

Fertilizing each encounter with a fun spice
Be creative, the next new flavor might be right.

Opening to God is what is what it's about
Tribal, snaking, underworld, latin fire - there are so many routes!

The Dark One

I can't contain myself.
I'm about to burst.
The cauldron is stirring,
And if ignored, will bring out my worst.

She's scratching and pawing,
wanting to unleash.
I stuff her, squash her
Be quiet, go away.

I feed her incessant, insatiable appetite.
Trying to appease her with food,
No matter how much, or how often.

Until the untamed is unleashed,
I bristle, rigidly control and contain,
Slowly contracting, retracting until I'm insane.

While the beast is numb and subdued with food,
The cauldron still simmers, darkening my mood.

The pull of the night sky and and dark moon is calling her out.
To delve into shadow through the darkest route.

The ritual of dance, art of surrender and the power to devour....
Are ancient, cyclical and forever here to claim our power.

No longer containing what's there to be risen,
Her voice, her sounds, her rage and sorrows,
Fill the heavens for all women and girls to come forth from their burrows.

To share our collective pulse, our curse, alchemy and power.
We renew ourselves, before being reborn into a beautiful flower.

The space between destruction and creation,
Is our birth of transformation.