New Moon Mystery

There's a place in me -
this new moon mystery
that darkenly shines
a cool black reverie
inside the mind
where all eye see
is one cycle of mastery
together forever
in a dual of impossibility
where cruel and kind
combine and take flight
once twilight erases
all shadows cast outside
and there's no contrast, no bright sun
the everlasting light has come undone
now the fears engaged can be overcome
and buried as the seeds of my becoming
blooming petals, beautiful garden growing
on Goddess's Tree, this is the Knowing.

A Hero's Welcome

High on ecstasy, the wave eventually crashes to shore; 
Hard sands of reality - the knowing of so much more; 
Yet the ocean sees beyond these droplets of mist evaporating; 
the hopeless and dissed; apathetic and vapid; 
Dancing in revelry with all that's lost and made; 
like contemplating a storm on a clear and sunny day; 
a contradiction of reality, but possible all the same; 
as these words run exasperated on a blank and sterile page;
forlorn tidal forces cause a waterspout to form; 
opening portals between heaven and earth - between either/or;
This is the vortex - the course of a new world reborn; 
Where water and air remain swirling, faceless and torn.... 
So, in light of your service and dedication, Goddess's offering stands; 
If anyone can help you, she's the one who can; 
show you the other side of the ocean, its shoals, and the shores on which it lands; 
the motherload of devotion - the Sea, the Movement, the Maven, the Motion; 
ask and you shall receive; this is the Hero's Welcome...

For The Timebeing

Everything you've ever said, thought, done or felt... is dead.  You don't own those things, you are not those things, you never were those things but for a moment.

Everything you've ever dreamed, forged, formulated or fostered... is not alive.  You don't have those things, they don't exist, and they only come to being through your effort, focus and will to manifest them.

Everything you are is Now.  You are this moment, this place, this feeling, this thought, this movement.  Your only freedom of choice is now - what you act, feel, think and do.

Reviewing and revisiting does nothing but develop an image of a dead you.
Forging and formulating does nothing but develop an image of a possible you.
Knowing that you are becoming does nothing but everything itself, developing you in the image of God.

Harmonic Hexagon

As a woman, a circle.  Free flowing and watery.  No beginning or end to see.  Seducing all and one to succumb to the cycle. Round and Round she goes, where she stops nobody knows. That's the fun. Take the Ride. No control, just flow. The dance of the unknown, unseen and untold.  Just the thing that drives straight lines crazy.  Arrows and beams, all things seen.... Their direct injection and instant gratification.  Their logic and analysis trying to pin the circle down and make it concrete.  And their formulas are clean, like "the quickest way from point A to B is a straight line"  So the circle sighs as they say "Going around in circles will make you dizzy"... but that's only if you don't wear your 3rd eyeglasses to see it's a spiral in 3-D.

Thus, male affection portrays the lady as lust. A sin that must be neutralized - tamed, subdued and submitted.  Framing the circle within the square - a form that can be tracked and analyzed - moderated and mediated, with direct turning points and clear angles of direction.

In this modern affair, the line seeks a soothing comfort it will never find, and the circle seeks a direct freedom she's never had - but within this harmonic hexagon - balance.