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.

Where Do you Reside?

Where do you live from?
Which part of your body
From your head, your heart, your gut, your sex?

Do you choose linear-ly, with ration and discernment
Where is your power center?

Do you feel out
What would be possible if you lived in sensation
From your senses
Primal, animal like, all feelers are on

Would you be fast or slow
Scared or trusting
Wanting or hiding
Giving or withholding

Channels are clear
No blocks are here

Your energy is strong
Your presence is ON

You communicate with every sense
Your eyes go deep
Your scent permeates

You hear it all
You feel and see it all
You penetrate with presence wherever you go

Your energy circulates
Always in the flow

Thank You Bruno

Life is what you make it.
You can see what's wrong, what's in the way.
Or you can see what's good and seize the day.

Bruno had a spirit that opened his heart
Every morning with a smile and a wag,
That said, "Hey, today's my lucky day. I'm here for you - you're here for me
What can we we do to play?"

Never heavy, down and out
Bruno didn't every seem to pout

Thank you, thank you, thank you Bruno!

Bruno

Friend and pal
With you I felt well

Happy was your game
I could count on you to be the same

Happy, happy
That's your name

You brought us love & joy
Your barking
Your joy

Your walking on the tennis court, while we played
Your trust of me taking you out of the car
Your loyalty staying by by side

Bruno your spirit lives in us
Open, trust, love, be happy!

Nag or Nuture

Why do I nag?
Truly it is a drag

For me not showing my best
And for those who I don't give a rest

Fear must be the reason.
I give life to nagging each and every season

My guys are perfect in many ways
I love them, adore them most days

If I don't remind you what to do
You'll forget, get lost, in the world of you.
Only I'm on it, the Protector, the Captain to run this crew.

The fear I'll be left alone, by myself thinking,
"I thought we were in this together."

Or, you'll become a sloth, loser like Dad
And I'll feel all alone and sad

To nag or nurture
Which is my future?

When I nag, I see you retract
You numb, ignore, that's a fact

I desire to release control
And allow, trust we can live from our soul

No more commands. It'll be your choice.
To nurture, to love you is how I'll use my voice.

Sawyer Our Kitty

Sawyer our Kitty,
Here's a little diddy

How you touched our lives so
Your big love spirit allowed us to grow

Because of you we have more joy, fun and light
We found you on the side of the road & keeping you felt right

I want to live like you did
Living each day fully, playing, having adventures, being curious,
Loving, cuddling, allowing, relaxing, trusting and being a BIG lover

I will relish in your qualities each day
Knowing your short time here was a reminder to go for it
Thanks for showing me the way