Gaia woke today, lazily,
Spread her wings in stretch.
She reached and yawned
Until the moon
Came upon her back.
From here she exposed
Her underbelly –
A welcoming of sorts,
To which the joys
Could be heard
Echoing across the land.
And as the dancing
Round and round
Began to reach climax,
Her sister, the sun,
Waved goodnight
Her dress trailing along.
Through the gates,
Past the edge,
Along the well worn path,
Until Gaia’s eyes
Turned a fiery red
And she reclined to bed.
Category: nature
Ashram Day 14 (day 1417)
As silence washed upon my mind,
Wind blew at the sea;
I saw a ghost who pointed out
Asking me to come.
Stepping forth with head held high
I reached a little patch
That seemed to be a little free
Where I could set my mind into
One and all at once.
Conquering the little questions
With deep breath and a smile,
I rounded out the day
Drunk on Maui Kambucha.
Ashram Day 9 (day 1412)
A call, like an answer
Came forth beyond belief,
Where hardly a shout
Had been landed and free.
Yet here was sunlight
Witnessing holiday ease,
And two strangled strangers
Carefully held onto the breeze.
Ashram Day 8 (day 1411)
A repeated whisper finally touched my senses,
Leaving a mark upon my soul.
It was said I was to be a lover,
To unite with all I’ve to offer,
Like sacred pools near sweeping oceans
Another whisper upon my neck.
Crawl out upon breaking waters!
Raise your hands up to the gods!
A breath beneath your light footsteps,
A sun upon your brow.
Ashram Day 7 (day 1410)
Hushed whispers echoed through the valley
As muted footsteps swept along ashes,
Detailing a history of sensitive environments
Through the House of Rising Sun.
Father’s eye floated open; another jest,
Another cloudy moment hushed visitors
Welcoming the flash of new life;
A new day.
Ashram Day 6 (day 1409)
Like lightning, truth descended,
Flapping lightly as she landed
Upon an altar I had cleaned for her.
Her honesty changed me,
Her beauty held me,
Her eyes led me
Into a heart that I was.
Wings are my lightness,
Peace is my soaring,
Freedom is my voice
That extends like horizon.
Ashram Day 5 (day 1408)
Whisper to me
My little butterfly,
Make only sounds
Of growing fondness.
Ashram Day 4 (day 1407)
A grain of sand
Had my name on it
As it blew across the beach.
I watched it go
To and fro,
Just like my friend the bird.
The grain of sand
Paused a short while
Under a shady tree,
And here I stayed
To watch life be
Delighting about the sea.
Ashram Day 1 (day 1404)
Loud flowers spoke a foreign tongue
Lifting branches seeking shelter
Until their tips no longer pointed,
But beckoned in one silent movement
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
Can you cry?
Can you sing?
Can you play guitar until your hands remember
And shake from torment,
Surrendering every precious thought
Holding space where sound is void;
Holding hands where love is all around.
Being, and letting go.
Loosing, but not a game.
Ohm. Ohm. Ohm.
Country Morning (day 1402)
My roosters play a harmony
That spreads inside my heart,
Waking all the little breaths
Into one large parade.
From here I slowly open my eyes
And let my heart without,
To welcome in new daylight
Soaking in my skin.