Thursday, November 16, 2017

Rocking our Gypsy Souls

Gypsy Souls in days of sail

Mystic Journeys readied within single moments

Spurred by Belief that the universe knows best
  in its relagation to perfect design

The Gypsies will see their images mirrored unblemished
Reflected in the instant of knowing, the newest journey 
    has arrived

 The ship of discovery and bliss
will take them to ports of call, called perfection

Tuesday, November 7, 2017


Creating candles in partnership , bringing light
Holding items together, with ease
Coating ears, protecting us
Forming beautiful patterns, within beehives

Wax around the heart
Protection or distorted view of the real you, the real me
What thickness is it?
Is color dispersed as encaustic painting , layering and layering? 

Without flooding my body with intense heat cast off to another,
how can this wax, covering my soul be liberated?
With heat? With light?

Flames.  Remembering when fire brought you close to
the God spirit and others
Lighting.  As ozone cleanses the sky and earth

Winter sun, toasting your back through layers of warmth 
ablaze with confidence
Sun melts me , in hammock or ground.
I am protected
by Mother Earth and cling to nothingness

What if unearthing this wax could uncover your own blazing heart
and dip  your fingertips with Love? Lightly drawn circles
boosted by the layer below
A container formed
Not fixed, but malleable ,from the warmth of your hands and heart
A tool for metamorphosis

I believe I still have this layer around my heart
It came when I took something personal last week
Now I draw a hot bath of coconut essence and ginger
I feel the layers dissolve and reinvent its purpose

Not to protect but to support
Created by you and me
To hold memories and thoughts no longer needed

My soft pink bowl of wax
sits as a queen upon a throne
wanting to greet her subjects and trials
with ease and possibilities, not rigidness... malleable

My soft pink bowl of wax
is made pure, effortless 
Circling its edge by index finger it 
glistens, it brightens

All that is presented to me
May be modified
May be transformed

Layers on and of my heart
Can hold treasures outside of me
Carrying love and protection to another in need
Wax is needed, but no longer around my heart
Now I am open to LOVE again 
in opulent splendor
of the Divinity exposed!

Tuesday, October 3, 2017

In Line with Infinity

Fervent opening on
Opposite tracks lead where?

Expansion exists for all
boundaries laden with trust and balance
Revisiting the past for acceleration forward

As we crossw the intersection
We feel the rise and fall of breath
and action

What holds us together?

I can only imagine
this limitless return to center
dusted with greater brightness each trip around and through

We dance with figure eight steps
We know we are to expand and we will be safe

God's hands surrounding the
INFINITY symbol of our lives
and I make haste
 to walk that line
    in protection

      in awareness
 in purpose

Saturday, September 30, 2017

The Wand

Effervescent from
Intentional breath
Core of Life and Love
Overseeing creation 
as God’s child
From dormant to vast  
They expand as the the peacock’s plumage

Hailing celebration
Breath brings Bubbles

With abandon and laughter
on the wind of the universe
They trust its dance and 
freedom to make us smile
for no reason, our eyes span the  Heavens

With precision timing, unknown, they burst
Manifesting within seconds
Their Glory and purpose: JOY

Friday, September 29, 2017


How did he know that
the bristling brush would
unwind past thoughts
bringing her into the present?

How did he know that
her shoulder
had not been touched by the sun
or by a hand in many moons?

There was  no need for him to know
Nuturing was innate and reflected
built upon the sun setting on the

Wednesday, September 27, 2017


A cry in the wilderness heard
Echoing through endless scattered and spaced leaves
Moist fervent undergrowth clings to ancient footsteps

Sweetly singing
Breathing softly

 I am here   I heard you
 I see you    I am delighted your shadow faded
Your lightness catching rays of sunshine and the 
brillance of rainbows

Whirling on the ground, dancing with
my dervish youth
The cascade of possibilites broken into
sparkling shards of adventures

We may rise to the heavens and back
We may be still   grounded in acceptance
of this time and space
Spurred with imagination and divine icing of grace

I reach heavenly
Remembering my African name, Mawenda

I ask yours once again
I never forgot

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Cries the Sky

She dangles the bough
close enough to taste
Skirting away the moment
I almost catch it

She casts greens to golds
and shimmering stones to ice
 I glide across in surprise

She cries in uneven cadence
whispering her power and majesty
from the clouds and sea
I am spellbound

I cry
My gratidtude great and gaining
bold and splattering grains of sandy
patterns upon my lips and soul

She cries
I arise