water silk

Sing of songs of happiness and love. Swing in joys of blissful sadness and dance in this colorful rainbow of life. Bask in existence and play in the splash of rain after the drought of years past. Play together we are happy and glowing, being together in this blissful change


Release all from your past and allow your self to be you in your entirety. Here and now this amazing cow shall graze these grassy hills tonight bringing friends and mornings might. Beautiful friends, tomorrows arc ~ This is the beautiful love of oceans love


Fish together, flowing in currents and striding in the waves, they flow together and act as one yet there is no number only being and  ________


an impetus


live my friends live and make most of your moments for this is the time of blissful change and beautiful creation beauty is here and being is you for today you shall love and love shall become new






With my friend away on vacation, it was time to spend some quality time with myself. Many times when we are used to something, we are initially resistant in someway even if we may not know it exactly.

With the week ahead of me I planned to do nothing in particular; Reading books, paint, do some readings, explore. In this particular case though, I hadn’t found myself resistant. Though I did find it a sort of new area to venture. Imagine that, spending time with myself being “a new area to venture” :)



This all became relevant in yoga last night; We did our usual breathing techniques and revitalized ourselves with the surrounding air. The lights dimmed and feet no longer stirring we grounded ourselves. Finally after some standing asanas, my ears perked at the sound of the next pose we were to do; Virabhadrasana 3 or as many of you know it by; Warrior 3.

Always a striking and very interesting pose to me – I smiled, and for the first time surprisingly – no past memories of this pose came to mind. I was merely in the present moment, loving that I was enjoying my body, my existence; doing yoga.

One foot in front of the other, breathing our hands upward – we pushed our back feet off and took flight. Balancing on one leg sort of speak, I found solace. I was not attempting to balance, not attempting to keep both my hands and leg outstretched. I merely was. A luminescent being that was, well being – and happily


As all living beings, life evolves and changes, Just like us.  We may be afraid and may hold on to dear life, yet sometimes what we soon shall see is that this resistance is only a moment. A moment before an awakening – a moment before that which we may not have ever imaged will unfold and all of our wildest dreams can and will come true. We shall soon realize that we can just let this happen and go with the flow. Your fear may come from  your past and those who doubt you yet know that you are love and you are compassion. So my friends look past this veil and let this happen

Luminescent fawns of silent dawns, grace our sunlit ears with light. Sing of songs, that grace our eyes. Glide across lakes and skies.  Smile with us now for we are happy


Love Is here, love is now     light this path and take it


Open here now   The awakening of a fawn so happy and proud. Take in what is and breath in this air. A force beyond that which you may know

Growing and seeing, seeing and believing. It is time for you to wake for my lantern is near.

Crossing the waters, a guiding flame. We shall see the shores of what glory came. Beautiful being of new and true, trust yourself and love you for you

Look under here and be over there the ebb and flow here, right here


Becoming trees, embracing life    This is where your change shall become the light




I know now that these things that I knew from the beginning are true. The me, the you. A love so true. I believe in myself and all that I know is here with me now. Residing, living loving. Becoming.

I am me

Be who you are and let it be for this is the beauty I see

Love, love from rainbow to rainbow and tree to tree – let this all free

free to be me

a silver doe, a guiding light, it was you all along


guiding me, to me





The ever pulsating orb. Deep within the hollow of being; a residence of light. Pulsing, pulsing – for ever calling; drawing, drawing – forever attracting.

A pull of great power, something of a lure. To move without action, to attract without baiting    Pulse

within within drawing within. Draw yourself within,  a paradox of sorts yet,  _________

Open Open Open,   glow . . .                 We are awakened now, the desire has arisen and the hum, the humming of my coming has begun

be still young one (so foolish to say, for you are young)

ssshhhhhh……. .. ..  . .    quiet

pulling, pulling, pulling back. Luna acts as a friend, she will care for you

she will reflect her face upon the great oceans even as the great winds disappear from the nights air

all is silence, there is no movement, no winds –                            only Luna   – beauty


gliding, gliding,         gliding


along the shores on this gloomy day. A golden dragon has appeared

A traveler seems to have met this dragon, eye to eye

an eternity passes

engulfed within each other the two are



a whisper is heard through the mountains