Slowly opening
Ripples forming
Creation of the truth
Creation of the one
Energies abound
Shimmering around
Dancing through the trees
Flying high with the breeze
Settling slowly
Strengthen boldly
The work is done
The time has come
To the depths I go to seek the webs design. Intricate threads they are. Touching and woven and sometimes tangled. To trace a single thread through history, to trace it back to its origin, simple, but complex, in flashes, in pictures. Yet to trace or see the flow forward can be ominous, can be difficult to decipher.
Where is my strand? Where is my web among all of these with whom I flow? I see myself now. I see myself then. And I see oh the many places I may choose to go.
The flow is strong now. It is no longer still. The magic, the energy, the power within growing and changing and becoming greater until I spread my wings and jump onc
Primal passion, primal power, great urges, and desires flow through our veins to fill us with lust.
To connect and truly flow, if only for an instant, I feel your power within me.
It makes me soar to the unknown.
The glimpse of all that is, flashes as the energy surges through my physical body.
Only to come crashing back, once again to this world.
The glimpse, the power, the passion all gone. Only stillness remains.
Rest and sleep, too exhausted to move, as the desire to see once again slowly builds within my blood.
The olden days
The ancient knowledge
Flow to me and awaken once more
Adrift at sea
Floating in the abyss
You awaken yet again and take upon form
The shifts are here
The tide has turned
The ancient ones shall once again be born
Across the mist
The rainbow forms
To bridge once more to a past yet unborn
Awaken ye
Ye sleepy ones
The time in now. The time has come
Wind blowing gently, feel the breeze.
The trees bend at its will
My hair spins all around
tossing & turning & twisting
Feel the rhythm, the pulse
the water, the blood
It flows throughout and
keeps us alive
The fire sparks within the heart
passions burning, turning
In dreams the flow stronger yet
Creation of the flare is upon thee.
The body solid, from the Mother,
even bends yet to the wind,
is drenched by the water, &
Thrives with fires passion.
All is One One is All
Weave together, create & destroy
Drop, Drop, Drop, Pitter, Patter, Plop
Tap, Tap, Tap, rain gently continues to rap.
Rap, Rap, Rap, A knock gently on my door.
Crack, crack, Crack, I peak out to see whos there.
Light, Light, Light, only my true self glowing,
Awaiting the opening of the door.
Loves mystery
Balance and blend
Creating the weaving
That is without end
We dance, we sing
We play above
The web is ever growing
With our enduring love
Loves mystery
Balance and blend
Creating the weaving
That is without end
We dance, we sing
We play above
The web is ever growing
With our enduring love
Drop, Drop, Drop, Pitter, Patter, Plop
Tap, Tap, Tap, rain gently continues to rap.
Rap, Rap, Rap, A knock gently on my door.
Crack, crack, Crack, I peak out to see whos there.
Light, Light, Light, only my true self glowing,
Awaiting the opening of the door.
Wind blowing gently, feel the breeze.
The trees bend at its will
My hair spins all around
tossing & turning & twisting
Feel the rhythm, the pulse
the water, the blood
It flows throughout and
keeps us alive
The fire sparks within the heart
passions burning, turning
In dreams the flow stronger yet
Creation of the flare is upon thee.
The body solid, from the Mother,
even bends yet to the wind,
is drenched by the water, &
Thrives with fires passion.
All is One One is All
Weave together, create & destroy
The olden days
The ancient knowledge
Flow to me and awaken once more
Adrift at sea
Floating in the abyss
You awaken yet again and take upon form
The shifts are here
The tide has turned
The ancient ones shall once again be born
Across the mist
The rainbow forms
To bridge once more to a past yet unborn
Awaken ye
Ye sleepy ones
The time in now. The time has come
Primal passion, primal power, great urges, and desires flow through our veins to fill us with lust.
To connect and truly flow, if only for an instant, I feel your power within me.
It makes me soar to the unknown.
The glimpse of all that is, flashes as the energy surges through my physical body.
Only to come crashing back, once again to this world.
The glimpse, the power, the passion all gone. Only stillness remains.
Rest and sleep, too exhausted to move, as the desire to see once again slowly builds within my blood.
To the depths I go to seek the webs design. Intricate threads they are. Touching and woven and sometimes tangled. To trace a single thread through history, to trace it back to its origin, simple, but complex, in flashes, in pictures. Yet to trace or see the flow forward can be ominous, can be difficult to decipher.
Where is my strand? Where is my web among all of these with whom I flow? I see myself now. I see myself then. And I see oh the many places I may choose to go.
The flow is strong now. It is no longer still. The magic, the energy, the power within growing and changing and becoming greater until I spread my wings and jump onc
So I decided to finally put up a little bit of my poetry. Most of these things have never been seen by anyone other than me. I just pick up a pen and open my journal and they appear. But I find them inspiring, so I've decided to share. Hope they inspire someone in whatever way that is meant to happen.
Maybe it will inspire me to actually write some more.
We'll just wait and see.....
I have been remiss this year and have not followed as many Deviarts as I would like, my apologies to all - but those of you that I have been to visit have inspired me to much greater things - at least in my own mind, my own art.
I have met many Deviartists and will meet many more over the next year during my travels.
I will collaborate with as many artists as possible, and share the experiences the best I can.
Your work is intriguing. I really enjoyed the sacred geometry when I found it through the search. Now that I visited your site, I'll be back more often. I love your wrappings and wands.