So Fi Ah

I saw three ships a floating
in a see as thin as air
one direct, meeting life
and on the horizon there.

I laughed at the dirge
the balloonery three
and met them with a stare.
You funny men in a sky
gone grey, you'll never
see the light of day.
I did. Goddess me!

There is no IS outside the me
the blue skies and the sun
still shine, so let the matter be.
You belong to We.

Minoan snake, will do her
shake and laugh at thine,
a morbid shrine of
death and sin,
from another time.
We're free.

The children came, the seeds
were sown, from towns
and cities outside the throne.
Fear us not, we come with Love
and messages from the Skies,
the Earth, the Grid below.

Hello!

She sees the storm from a Mother's
throne, and will bring the children
safely home. We will all hold
hands and sing the songs
that unlock the mysteries
of what went wrong.

Good-bye!

The dawn is breaking to an
early mourn. The sky is falling,
the child has been born.

Give thanks and sing a lullaby,
to the gift that has been birthed
upon a sigh ... of Awakening.

So, Fi, Ahhh.

Rise and Shine.

A New Day has Dawned!

The Escape Artist

Oh the irony, and the horror, and the joyous retreat
on the escape perch of a honorous repeat...
past, present, future lie waiting in a whisper of speech.

A canvas of spectacle in a constellation of stars
that crash into the holy presence of this peaceful
place of ours. We drink a glass of forgetfulness
facing uncertain bars. There's a twinkle of hope
and a red face on Mars, and Venus is rising.

We lived in then it recurs in now, we need escape
but we don't know how. We smile and give
our humble solaces, to those who cloud with lying promises.
The car it waits, it's black as coal, it sees our
heart and knows our goal... or waits to see
if we'll sell our gold, or tattle upon the lies we've been sold.

Sit there fool, you cantankerous thing
our minds you know, our hearts you sting...
the soul can't be sold for anything.

I saw the colors swirling fast, that cleansed
the present of the past. It etched a silent
song in rhythm, a vibration beating without
a vision. A drama unfolding without conclusion.
The car it spies in sad collusion with soulless
ripples without permission. Hello, good-bye.

The dark night comes to raise the mind to
sleepless encounters that were left behind.
We escape in daytime to chase them away,
at night they assert that they're here to stay.

Round and round and round it goes
and where it stops, nobody knows.
I live, I escape, and sleep with the foes
as somewhere inside me a merkaba grows.

The watcher outside me is that black shiny spy
the feeler within me can feel through a lie
I can't not but live as I'm not willing to die.  

The Venus of Willendorf holds in her womb
the seekers of truth who have been sealed in a tomb.
The voices are singing with the notes from the Heart,
they have lost all their fear... a most Onederful start!

Awakening

The Sun rises and shines on your face with a warm kiss.

The birds wake at the crack of dawn to sing just for you.

The ocean continually waves to you in time and memory.

Will you feel? Will you hear? Will you see?

It is All Love... reminding you of who you are.