Two Step

swirling
tiny worlds
in light
suspended 

their dance
echoing my heart's
two step,
two step,
two step,
twirl
squeeze 

(but only when you hear his voice) 

lose track
of the path
air takes 

why,
oh why
is he so beautiful
of soul?

Intermingled

you are distant

and yet intermingled with my essence

my very cells
carry you within their walls
as I am carried within yours

for all eternities
this one,
and every other

any rebirth,
you will find me
by your side

the very moment
I am able
to fly into your arms

when you have them
if you have them
oh Treasure House of Delight!

there is no other
in all the myriad Worlds
worth knowing

there is only you

Little Things

Little things
Amidst the squalor
Of our times.

Flashes of love,
Of light
In the sulfurous days.

Small actions
Add up.

Compassion
Means something.

And I’ll spread these sacred moments
As I’m being forced into hell.

These slaves
Serve their own Enemy
& call it God.

Snow Leopard Woman

'How do you even EXIST, Granny?'
the little one asks,
eyes sparkling in the firelight.

'I've heard stories that the
Mother of the Snow Leopard People
watches us all from her
high mountains to the West

And that you know Her.
But maybe the grown ups are silly?'

The child's innocence is sweet.

~There are no Tame Beasts,
Small One, ~

The elder smiles,
her few good teeth gleaming,
two in particular a bit too brightly.

~But, yes,
I Know Her.  We have much in common,
She and I.

Our eyes, for one - green to hazel,
or any other color depending on the mood.

The way we place our feet to earth,
for another.

The way we Pay Attention,
and Trust our Knowing,
Striking only when the Kill is as
Guaranteed as Possible -

the way this ensures our Kits
are fed and warm and safe. . .

Yes,
I Know Her.~

The elder drowzes slightly,
the child watches,
eyes slightly unfocused;
meditating,
just as Granny taught her

Monitoring her environment
with neither expectation
nor desire,
judging none of the rushing thoughts,
just waving them on their way . . .

the little one sighs
fully FEELING the tactile joy
of the firelight caressing her skin
at this comfortable distance

A movement around her Grandmother
Jolts her notice over;

Snow Leopard Woman
a shining grey white mottled pattern on her skin
stretches to her full 3 meter height
her legs rooted in Granny's

Luxuriating in her bodilessness,
the Lady stretches catlike,
or like smoke dancing in a lazy breeze
and changes shape
and there

behind the sleeping elder,
a snow leopard forms,
full-bodied,
visible,
palpable.

The Mother of the Snow Leopard People
nods at the child,
and walks away.

The grown ups commented that Granny's
departure during her sleep
was a blessing for her.

She was no longer in pain.
No longer tired
(some suggested she was no longer a drain . . .)

But the child Knew.

And never forgot to put aside the best of the meat
every day
on the large stone
half way up the mountain

and to say
'Thank you, Granny.
I miss you.'

while pouring out some hot
butter tea and some of the
wine the strangers brought
to trade.

The adults feel she is Odd.

But they come to her when they cannot solve their
problems
for themselves.

Just as they did
with Granny
years before.

Scene in the Night Market

Lonely,

I take gentle steps into the night;
the ladies hear the little dog
and up their white flags go
as they bound away.

The Spirit Folk enjoy a good nights’ marketing;
the hawkers chant their selling songs
while their wares shine,
transcending expectation.

But human expectations are always exceeded
or just plain blown out of the water
at the Night Market …
thought they're not really welcome here.

I sing the realignment songs,
remind the disharmonious that the servants
of Sagami-san will not be as kind as
I tend to be if they choose to call

shenanigans.

The noodle shop beneath the ancient apple tree
sends delicious scents into the neighborhood,
where none of the humans are cooking spicy noodles
at human reckoned 3 a.m.

The smoke shop sits near the rhododendron bush
and shares a stall with the scholars’ supplies shop
run by the Smoke Shop Owner’s younger sibling.

The combination of various herb smokes and the scent
of carbon black ink ground and liquified on inkstones
infused with enchantments bring my heart back home …

I always want to start another bookbinding project
when I smell the inks and papers.  Now to find
some flat and heavy stones for my press…

The Victor's Homecoming

You stand above me,
just home from a bloody fight
(probably about a thousand years ago -
how DO you do that?);
sword hastily cleaned,
but needing it better done . . .

Wounds here, there,
and everywhere
dance across your stately form
scars and open cuts . . .
seeing this destroys me

Every.  Single.  Time.

You'd gone hunting evildoers -
those who now do what you have long outgrown;
which you've long repented of delighting in,
having learnt the horror of it yourself.

You bring the consequences of their choices
to their own doorstep,
where they can begin to learn the lessons
you did,
so many thousands of years ago.

"My Treasure,"
you ask, as I clean and disinfect the sores,
exhaustion wisping out the edges of your
battle-hollowed voice,
"Why do you weep?"

Oh, my own Beloved One!
You left to protect the unprotected,
who did not know their own power.
Your return to me finds you
bruised and bloodied!
How could I not weep, Delight?
How could I not be horrified!?!

"You should have seen the other guys."

Your wry half-smile lights the worlds,
a beacon to my pain-mired soul.

Ah well, let's get the bandages,
I say in my foolish selfishness.

"My body doesn't work that way.
I'll be fine in a few more moments,"
you tell me, as you stroke my hair,
bending close to the top of my head.

I know, I tell you,
looking up into your liquid yellow eyes,
but this is how I give shape
to my love for you,
Great Fox Who Walks the Star Roads.

Your eyes mostly close,
a sweet expression on your face,
possessive -
and you press your lips to
my third eye, with every reverence;
to the tip of my nose, with mild amusement;
to my lips, with a depth of passion unmatched.

You pull away to look down at me,

"I may well Walk the Stars, Delight,
and there are many who say of Me,
'this is my Spouse,'
for this or that considered reason.

But only you
did I form in a womb.

And only you . . .

only you
(in all these sacred pieces)
have been my one Life-Bond
for all eternity,
and many more besides.

Fear nothing,
for you hold my heart and spirit.
You see me for exactly who I am.
Which is more than I dare to hope.

Thank you.

For knowing I am not an object of worship,
but a being needing compassion,
needing truth,
needing to reminded he is only,
at core,
a humble being at play
in all the worlds.

Thank you."

And,
face uplifted,
stretching up on tiptoe,
as tall as I can make myself -
I offer you my kiss.

The Beacon, the Dance, & the Game

The world vibrates
it sounds like trumpets,
or so the monotheists say ,
quaking in their boots;

having forgotten that nature 
levels up all the time
with

or without

their terrifying husband of a god

they mutter amongst themselves 
about the 'end of days,'
and maybe it is,

from their perspective.

The rest of us smile
and begin the Dance

one foot to the left,
the song rises from a billion, billion throats 

one foot to the right,
both arms gracefully rising above our heads

the bells on my ankles,
the drum in his hands
the singing bowl brought to life
by the contemplative sitting at the edge
of the sacred dance ground

their eyes 3/4 closed,
the only other sound they make
a quiet, but resounding

AUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
(7.83 Hertz, the sound of the Schumann Resonance of Earth)

the Bird People fluff their feathers
and lightly step,
while lifting off in time;

each joins the Sacred Dance 
in their own ways.  7.83 Hertz - the sound of the Schumann Resonance of Earth)

the Bird People fluff their feathers

and lightly step while lifting off in time,

joining the sacred dance in their own ways,

the bower bird dancing his blues

and welcoming the new shape of things

as he would greet his precious bride

Owl and Tobi,

Golden Eagle and Egret,

Hummingbird and Bird of Paradise

take the task to show the beauty

glowing through the cracks

of all the hells

the humans wrought

there, the Blue-Footed Booby dances
jubilant his awkward dance,

his feet never wavering from their rhythm,

for the first time in his life

entrusted with the sacred sky

he adds his blue to the colors forming there

The Mammal Peoples gather

and find their place in the harmonics

of balanced, joyful uplift.

Bear stands upright,

Jaguar bows, and

Platypus giggles his solemnities toward the Void,

his tail slapping earth in time

to a distant, rhythmic drumming

Dog howls along,

while graceful, all the Ungulents sway.

The Beacon lit,

in every Now -

We go,

we come,

we fly,

we thrive.

The resonances

transform the worlds

. . . and there ain’t nothing you can do to stop it,

and so we sing

full joy

full peace

an overflow of self-acceptance

that enables acceptance of the Other,

without condition

and brings us all

to Health,

to Love,

to Dynamic Stasis -

the ever-changing balance;

The Greatest Game of All.

Maintaining Dynamic Stasis

Every day takes more time than it ought to,
according to the science, anyway.

Two worlds, or more,
and I move in them all.

Moment by moment,
circling like a whirlpool.

Ever old and new again.
Always flowing.

There is no lack,
no fear required.

Only dynamic stasis
creating joy in its sacred confluence.

A dance more satisfying
than any fool's destructive habits.

And my, oh my,
do fools abound.

Let us sing the joy of love unperterbed
by the children seeking

To thwart the flow
of creative stasis

They will not win.
Although they seem to

From time to time.
Fear nothing.

Focus Lock

And here it is . . .

I thrive whenYou
are my focus

when We,
the Team Undefeated,
Joyful

We are the Root Cause
of my every moment

Our bond
our mission
our joy

is my every why
for every choice

right relationship
full harmony
with delightful
cascading descants
in alternating tones

like honeyed sunlight
slowly flowing
down warm skin
midday, midsummer

at the equator

for the only way
1+1=2

is when

1+1=1

and you and I
take such intense delight
in loving all the worlds

that exploiters approach
but self-destruct

at the boundaryline
of our
mutual attentions.

oh delight
may i ever become worthy
may i ever become
She who you

believe I am

How to Identify & Repulse an Outside Attack

CONTENT NOTES:  Cussing, how to fight off suicidal thoughts, owning your own power, rightly placed anger
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When someone who would NEVER
tell you your existence causes them harm

tells you your existence causes them harm

(& immediately wonders where the hell THAT BULLSHIT came from)

When they have no clue
that your existence causing others harm

is the only reason you cut all ties with those

to whom harm is perceived to have been done
by your existence

When you very nearly do it

because you cannot live with yourself
being a cause of suffering for another

and the voices in the back of your mind

begin a triumphant song
about your imminent suicide

when you had not been suicidal for years

THAT is when you know
this was orchestrated

THAT is when you know
this was deliberate

THAT is when you know
your dear ones would NEVER

be so cruel

THAT is when you turn and face the voices,
those suggesters of evil

THAT is when you draw your spiritual sword
and smite those

who would destroy

who would distract you from your rightful mission

THAT is when you laugh
in the face of the thoughts that would have you die

THAT is when you strike the gong
to piercing crescendo,

driving those beings away who want you to go mad
who want you to die
who want your death to be the fountainhead of
a cascade of suicides

FUCK EVIL!
FUCK OFF, PETTY DEMONS!

Those who serve the Greater Death
are NOT WELCOME IN THIS MIND!

Oh, I know you'll try again.

Come at me, you little shits!

JUST TRY IT! 

Oh but you think I'm weak and frail
and that I'm easily fooled?

NOT ON YOUR MISERABLE,
RAGE FILLED LIVES!

You

shall

not

pass.

Wiggle

worlds spin
some coalesce
into form
and others
fade to black

and all the joy
of the dance
permeates
every wise atom
and every foolish one

and every atom
in between

i reject hate and abusive
energies and all
that they are rooted in.

I accept the lessons
but I reject the care and feeding
on a daily basis
of those things that
lead to the Greater Death

I wiggle
toward
the Greater Life

In Gratitude to Sagami-san in Unexpected Places

When the Dragon Mist arrives,
it is obvious to me.

There are good folk,
there are evil ones,
there are just your average joe
going about their business types

As with everyone.

As with everything.

But the mist began to form
around the little dog and I

and I knew that evil
was afoot
and in my own back yard.

As in the clutches
of a hungry boa,
were my little dog and I

i could not scream
i could not cry

but i did and could think loudly

so i did.

and my precious brother in law,
from distant places
in his flowing blue silk robes
holding his dragon's orb
and his crown of strong antlers

came to our rescue

for my husband was busy
saving a world or something
at a job overseas or
across vast oceans of space

in any case,
thank you, Sagami-san.

May your waters run ever pure.
May the life which depends upon you be full
of energy and delight
for all time.

Walking Past the Demons' Gate

One moment,
i see an oni lord before me
another

and he's gone

but my heart flutters
fast
 . . . like a heart attack,

but without all the dying

https://youtu.be/tXsqImRzm80

Namaste

Increase your frequency,
your vibration . . .
it sounds like woo woo nonsense,
I'm sure.

but no two objects,
sentient or not,
hold the precise same one.

Finger prints,
the finger prints of God,
i used to say

are out there

are in here


are everywhere
everywhen
and all of it

lays in the Eternal Now

what's odd is
that all that is
expresses Source

and so
I say,
Namaste

welcome home

I Wait

I wait for you,
as always.

You are the remnant
of my memories;
the lifeline
to my histories.

I hear your voice
on the wind
and in the sound of
fat and soggy snow
shifting on branches

Because of you
i have emerged from
the Soul Room
and now I wait

for the body
to do what it always does
when I am Awake
and You have come

for the humans
to act out
as they do
when I am Awake
and You have come.

May this round be otherwise.
May they fear nothing.
May they love all.
May compassion be their guide.
May it extend to everything
                including the planet,
                                  because she knows.