Through the Heart

Releasing my worries, I breath out.
all of this days trouble, stress and doubt
Light fills my being as I breath in.
and the cleansing of my spirit begins

Into the earth with roots to ground
to center my soul and spiral down
Out to the sky my branches sway
with winds sweeping through me and away

I am open, my heart is free
I am on the path that was destined for me
I am connected, above and below
I am intune with life's ebb and flow

Soaking in this moment of peace
I withdrawl my roots, and my branches cease
Opening my eyes, and seeing through my heart
All I see is potential, and I'm ready to start

Can You Hear Me Horton?

We need a Horton

I and all the other who’s out there, You know "who" you are, NEED a Horton. Someone to hear us, to validate us. Now as I write this, I know there are some Kangaroos who do not want to hear this. It scares them, intimidates them, and brushes just a few steps into their comfort zone. All I can say to those of you, who do not or will not agree, is to open your mind, and listen with your heart. And if you can’t do that, donlt bother reading at all. We as a human race are small compared to the existence of life outside our realm. There are millions of other galaxies, planets, suns, moons, solar systems, and intelligence that coexist in this moment of time. And all the other moments in time before or after. What if we as people were as small and insignificant to other beings or intelligence, as ants or mites are to us? They are living things that occupy our world that we don’t acknowledge or have a care for. Their small celled bodies don’t hold the comprehension of the human race, they don’t recognize that is it a person of extremely more advanced life that so nonchalantly steps on their ant hill.. Or spays them with poison. They just die. So it just makes me have to think... to take the metaphor to heart... to let my ego shut up and quit thinking that humans are the most supreme advanced race of life/intelligence that has ever, or will ever be, and ask myself. Is there a Horton out there? Outside of my level of being. What I know to be true of my surroundings, and my beliefs in the findings of other people smarter and with more resources than I, who tell/show me things of my universe, solar system... that maybe outside of everything we have learned and explored thus far... There is more. There are Horton’s and others who may be just as oblivious of us, as we most certainly are of them. Who really knows? But you now exiting the Twilight Zone... thanks for reading and have a great day. :)

Today

Today I became myself
The person I am meant to be
Today I let go of expectations
The ones that only I could see
Today I embodied myself
The woman I have always been
Today I chose to love the flaws
The ones before, I thought were sin
Today I have realized myself
The path ahead is one I freely choose
Because if I dont start living for me
It is truely myself I would lose

The Gift

Last night was the first time
i made love becuase I wanted to
It was the first time someone made me groan in bliss
Such a life changing experience
to know who you really are
after trying for so many years
That night of unselfish passion,
a gift more precious than any,
I became a woman, in the arms
of a woman.
I was a stranger to pleasing you
I wanted to kiss you where i should
and lick you where i could, and
make you feel as beautiful as you made me
I know I probably failed at satisfying you completly
but you never let it show
You were so gentle and slow
I thought I fell in love
when i was tangled in your naked arms
while you slept.
When I woke in the morning
the smile never left my face.
But it wasnt love
It was intense self discovery
it was unchecked pleasure
and pent up eagerness.
I thank this woman for opening me up
to a whole new world.
You were a gift.

Storm Waltz

Beneath my feet
the cool green grass tickles
Beyond the trees
the riders of the wind, call
The sweet smell of sunset
brings a smile to my face
The ripples of the river soothe my soul.

Clouds rolling in carry life
The raindrops soon fall to meet the earth
The thunder streaches across sky
and dances with the lightning all night long.
The flowers of my garden are watching, drinking, and laughing
until the waltz in the heaven ends.
The cool green grass
is covered with liquid crystals
as the sun rises and shines
through the presents left by the storm.

Night Sweats

Tonight I dreamt of you
Sliding the blanket off the bed
Then starting at my toes
You licked me all the way to my head
"You are dirty," you said,
the candle flame reflecting in your eyes
I was just about to protest
When I felt you slip between my thighs
"Not yet" you gently tease
as you get from the bed to the floor
"Tonight's a night you'll remember,"
"Tonight's the night you will beg for more"
Anticipation is making me tremble
I wait naked in the crimson silk sheets
I almost thought you forgot me
Then you slowly spread apart my feet
Soon my limbs were bound
Each were tied to a corner post
And what happened next in the dream
Is the part I love most
I woke up

I woke up to you lying next to me
Looking as tempting as can be
So I rolled you over gently
And did what in my dream
you did to me.

Empty

Inside the hollow space,
theres an ache
I need something to fill me up
For too long I have been a full cup
I want to share, and dare
and be dared
I'm full but I am empty
Why dont you see me?
I have more than I can handle
and all that you need
to be complete
But I am me,
You are you
and this thing that we do
is empty.
There are things inside
waiting as they hide
to be found, and used, and tried
But I'm tired of waiting
to share this aching
of the hollow space of my mind