Misty Mountain Magic

 

 
Through the mist at the foothills of the mountains
the distance between conscious and subconscious disappears,
melding into one glorious vision created by surrender to what is.

Remembrance floods into my being, I can feel the tendrils of time loosening
and the memories of long forgotten ages emerge, tentatively,
gently reaching out, touching my earthbound soul.

I yield to both known and unknown, let it swirl through me,
forming new pathways and patterns, streaks of light and colour
lighting up my spirit and being as I renounce the old and familiar,
to delve with hope and exhilaration into the stillness,
new truths, freedom, release, relieving the pressure that has been building,
building, building… may I stay in this moment, in this time,
absorb it wholly, slowly, into my being, to stay, forever.
 
 

I'm not meant to fit in

 

 
I’m not meant to fit in.

Fitting in has had me dancing to many fiddlers tunes,
led me down strange and alien alleyways
writing stories of someone else’s creation.

Fitting in shut down my imagination,
made me believe my dreams were my own
when in fact they hatched from expectations
and norms I had no part in conceiving,
drew me into a world of illusion and deception,
into a world conceptualized by lies
requiring blind obedience and conformity,
strangling my truth, my being, my vision.

No more!

I am unique, you are unique,
we are not meant to be the same!
Each of us has a gift to offer this world
no one else is capable of duplicating,
live it, be it, express it, freely, lovingly, truthfully.
 

In the darkness of the moon

 

She feels at home in the darkness of the moon
under silver shadows, tracing patterns on her skin,
words are formed with ancient knowing,
from a time she can’t recall, from a memory deep within,

the gentle breeze plays a melody to which she dances,
leaves her footsteps in your heart and in the wind,
singing songs of beauty, wonder, touching those who hear
with a light, a glow, from this world you can abscind.

She is different, indefinable,
can't explain her feelings, what she knows,
guided by infallible faith
as with ease through the day she flows.

Spirits dancing

 

Teardrops of joy falling from the sky,
tingling of bells on the pond,
mist rising from the pond’s depth,
spirits dancing with abandon, freedom,
harmoniously moving with the arms of the breeze,
frolicking faeries, darting in flight,
sparking blue green silver wings,
perfect silence the orchestra
playing their favourite song,
the spirits of abundance,
realizing good intentions with their wand
of breathless beauty and magic,
bringers of joy, bliss, truth, authenticity, life,
love……