September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

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Silence & Chatter

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

balance found between sight and sound

between light and profound

between words of wisdom and works of wisdom

heart silences the chattering mouth of mind

now body sleeps

as spirit creeps

into every

auricle and ventricle

cell and seam

free wheeling healing and making space for clarity’s gifts

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

Rusty Simplicity

The rusty metal of the hanger seemed to beg for embellishment or at least that’s what I told myself.

Faux flowers

Green wire

Strong shears

I cut, wrap, and rework, remembering how my mom used to make wreaths for holidays and as gifts.

Moments like this one connect me to her in a positive way. I laugh to myself and thank God for the opportunity to see her from a different perspective, past, and present.

Faux flowers

Green wire

Strong shears

Last Call

She called to his spirt in hopes that it would answer

In hopes that belief would find him in the night and wrap his consciousness in stars and shine light into his darkness

Opening him up to the beauty that is everything- to the love at his core

The queen calmed her own fears she knew that this may not be their time and her voice may not be the one for his ears

Maybe the moment for this pairing would be in the future when the king was ready for the work-when the king could really love himself, express his feelings, and find gratitude in each moment

Maybe she had to continue on her light filled journey alone- her solo act explosive enough to ignite his spirit

Life was too beautiful for her to stand waiting for too long

The king would find her but only after he found himself

Calling was draining

So the queen stopped calling and prayed to the Creator to release her from this task

He will find his way in his own time soothed the Creator

And away went the queen confidently into her destiny – because what was for her was for her

 

believe in yo self

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean I don’t exist

I show you my heart and my art and I see blossoms of disbelief in your eyes

You want an explanation of the why or the how or the origin

Evidence of your inability to except and appreciate things, people, and places just as they are, and not what you expect them to be

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I don’t exist

You don’t believe in me but that doesn’t mean that I won’t persist

Thank you for not believing in me

Thank you for showing me your disbelief with your words and your actions

Your disbelief  has freed me

Freed me to realize that the only beliefs that truly count are my beliefs about myself and my belief in  the  Higher Power that created me

I believe in me and I do exist

Silk eyelashes

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I drank again from the water bottle and its garish sleeve. Plain water to give me plain courage.  For it was time to be honest with myself. To survive all the shame this world will throw at you, you have to hold yourself tall, look your accuser straight in the eye. Even if it’s your own face looking back at you.” -Nalo Hopkinson from The New Moon’s Arms

Odd lovely photo by me- M. Tiffany

Creator may we?

May all the women of the world fall in true love with themselves

May we raise our standards and love from an authentic unconditional place

May God bless and protect us from those that only come to harm intentionally or unconsciously

May we have the strength to loosen ourselves from the grasp of fuckery

May we heal ourselves and elevate pass relationships of any nature that are unhealthy

May we breath life into our dreams and suffocate our dramas

May we all receive the love we so deserve and desire

May we rest in the awareness of the present moment and all the heavenly guidance that surrounds us and breathe in deep breaths of gratitude

For these and other blessings I pray

Amen