Ribcaged Birds

With birds fluttering smartly
around in my ribcage; bushing their wings against my lungs and down my stomach when I look at her;

I smile as an owl sitting behind my ear, and whisper that Mayday has come and gone. But they are here to stay. Inside my chest to make a feathered nest around my heart,

to Keep it safe for the light, kind, and giving.
and protect it from the dishonest, consumer and all consuming dark.

Daily Rituals to Support Mindfulness

“Transition Moments” invite us to be mindful in small pauses throughout the day. The use of Daily Ritual invites us to be mindful in routine tasks, thus transforming the mundane into something meaningful. We learn to see that there are no ordinary moments in life; every moment is sacred and deeply spiritual if we are open to changing how we relate to those moments.

“When every moment is rich with eternal significance, there is neither the lingering clinging to the dead past, nor a longing expectation for the future, but an integral living in the eternal now.”  ~ Meher Baba

The 12 Laws of Karma

Karmic Painting by Horacio Cardozo

 

1. THE GREAT LAW - As you sow, so shall you reap. This is also known as the Law of Cause and Effect. Whatever we put out in the Universe is what comes back to us. If what we want is happiness, peace, friendship, love…Then we should BE happy, peaceful, loving, a friend. Negative energy sent out to others will come back to you 10 fold
2. THE LAW OF CREATION - Life doesn’t just HAPPEN, it requires our participation. We are one with the Universe both inside and out. Whatever surrounds us gives us clues to our inner state. BE and DO yourself what you want to have in your life.
3. THE LAW OF HUMILITY - What you refuse to accept, will continue for you. If what we see is an enemy, or someone with a character trait that we find to be negative, then we ourselves are not focused on a higher level of existence.
4. THE LAW OF GROWTH - Wherever you go, there you are. For us to GROW in Spirit it is WE who must change and not the people, places or things around us. The only given we have in our lives is OURSELVES, and that is the only factor we have control over. When we change who and what we are within our heart, our life changes too.
5. THE LAW OF RESPONSIBILITY - Whenever there is something wrong, there is something wrong in me. We mirror what surrounds us and what surrounds us mirrors us: we must take responsibility for what is in our life.
6. THE LAW OF CONNECTION - Even if something we do seems inconsequential, it is very important that it gets done as everything in the Universe is connected. Each step leads to the next step and so forth and so on. Someone must do the initial work to get a job done. Neither the first step nor the last are of greater significance-they were both needed to accomplish the task. Past, Present, Future…they are all connected…
7. THE LAW OF FOCUS - You can’t think of two things at the same time. You should climb up a ladder on step at a time. When you lose your focus you let in insecurities and anger.
8. THE LAW OF GIVING AND HOSPITALITY - If you believe something to be true, then sometime in your life you will be called upon to demonstrate that truth. Here is where we put what we SAY that we have learned into PRACTICE.
9. THE LAW OF HERE AND NOW - Looking back to examine what was prevents us from being totally in the HERE AND NOW. Old thoughts, old patterns of behavior, old dreams…Prevent us from having new ones.
10. THE LAW OF CHANGE - History repeats itself until we learn the lessons that we need to change our path.
11. THE LAW OF PATIENCE AND REWARD - All Rewards require initial toil. Rewards of lasting value require patient and persistent toil. True joy follows doing what we’re suppose to be doing, and waiting for the reward to come in it’s own time.
12. THE LAW OF SIGNIFICANCE AND INSPIRATION - You get back from something whatever you’ve put into it. The value of something is a direct result of the energy and intent that is put into it. Every personal contribution is also a contribution to the Whole. Lack luster contributions have no impact on the Whole or work to diminish it.

Gillian Hanscombe, from An Intimate Wilderness: Lesbian Writers on Sexuality.

“It’s when two women fall in love with each other that lives are transformed, mountains moved, dormant strengths discovered, enhanced and magnified. And falling in love can’t be manipulated, either by one’s own wiIl, or by a culture of erotica. Falling in love has little to do with what is outside us. Nothing falls on me from above. I do the falling; and so does she. We fall towards one another, trusting in trust, believing that the nakedness of the body indeed images the nakedness of the dreams and theories, the tempests and the narratives, that we are prepared to reveal. And the mystery of the continuity of passion lies in the capacity of the other, the partner, and in oneself, to be endless, to be never completely claimed, to be never utterly known. That capacity for endlessness, for change, is what is energised by passion. Truly shared sexuality changes us, over and over, more powerfully than almost anything else.” — “In Among the Market Forces?”

Phyllis McGinley said in Ballade of Lost Objectsin 1954

Sticks and stones are hard on bones Aimed with angry art, Words can sting like anything But silence breaks the heart.

paper, on it was love poème written in french

I am a string of paper dolls clipped to a clothes line, blank as a newborn baby hanging in the sunshine. where am I going? what am I doing here? i am starting to think that the people hanging up here with me are too much like how I used to be. waiting to be snipped down and used for something. Always waiting. All waiting. we are all waiting.

for 3 years I have screamed at the heavens, for giving me paper-cuts. what are we supposed to do with these, i asked. i cursed myself for drenching my already fragile skin with alcohol, make-up and lighting on fire rolled blunt tips.

my paper throat burned with a New Year affair and a knife named lust. I was dead before the first slit, drunk off the first sip, and lecherous at the first thrust. delirious and masculine. he was masculine and I was delirious. but only for a couple months, a couple hours, just a seasonal fancy.

I woke up today and I was no longer hanging by myself. A broken flower came and snipped me down. placed me in her backpack and pedaled me around. 

Inanition

in·a·ni·tion/ˌinəˈniSHən/

Noun:	Lack of mental or spiritual vigor and enthusiasm. Exhaustion caused by lack of nourishment.
Synonyms:	vacancy - emptiness - inanity

lunar cords

I feel so small, especially
when the Moon shines down
too many lines
too many sharps and flats
on my night
The problem with trying to
tie a string to someone is
when they leave you,
there is always either too much cords
or not enough, and
the emptiness is not puddles
but oceanic and
unrelenting.
The strands are thin tonight.
rejection
stings like the shallow cuts
in the strands that connects back to
my heart.
I keep giving pieces of myself
away and foolishly still
think I can stay whole.

i bite my finger nails. Down pass where my finger ends
because of the sharp tinge of pain I feel when I press my tips
to something is curious.

just like the feeling of the warm ground in summer
under my feet, when it rains. I like the ground better when there isnt
shoes to prevent the connection.

And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy. - Edgar Allan

Proud to be part of the pothead hippies coalition that likes feeling themselves up because of the rain.

Ode to the daydream

And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. This times my hearts been broken

And so right now the fucking blaring
brightness outside my window, is giving
pains to my eyes. This time my body doesnt have the energy
to move from these four walls.

And so the adaptation begins,
The shift in status where ever it may stems from
starts to take place. Open my eyes, But all I see
is systematic routine, assimilation and lifelessness

And so right now, meaning weeks I am haunted
by the memory of us, so smooth and
translucent. And This time it brush against the inside of my
lids gifting me a nocturnal vision of us with our

Closed eye, Lips Ice Time Open Rain Instinctual Sensuality

But now all I see is brightness outside my widow
that burns my eyes.

Short-toed Snake Eagle

The concrete graveyard

at 1:48 Am. was quiet.
             We the children of Kin & Kith, Night & Moon walked without worry of
             aggressive street dwellers; through the cemented playground of human-kind.
After 10, torn & dirty jeans replaced pressed slacks; our shoes scuffed while theirs clapped.
"we are all the same difference" you said which I replied "not really"
             I will never be invited in and I refused to drink the tea.
             After 2:30 Am, when the last of the lushes and mate-seekers have driven away
from the blinking red and yellow street lights to their suburbian loneliness, all that remained is the memory of us suspended in a standstill.
             Motionless in that splendor sandy, current. Like we were swimming in an unbreakable hour glass made of stainless steel hooks from which we were suspended in the moment, we Kin and Kith, children of Night and Moon kissed in the midst of an intersecting sea of concrete.

Dreamdust

The dreamdust we create is unlike anything I've every had wrapped me in its haze and send me drifting off in the minds sea.

The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien–the words at the base of her neck are elvish for “dream” (from TattooLit)

L’hymne au printemps, Félix Leclerc

“Mes cabanes d’oiseaux sont vidées
Le vent pleure dans ma cheminée
Mais dans mon cœur je m’en vais composer
L’hymne au printemps pour celle qui m’a quitté”


" My huts of birds are emptied
The wind cries in my fireplace(chimney)
But in my heart I go away to compose
The hymn in spring for the one who left me "


- The hymn in spring, Félix Leclerc.

Love poem (Three word Wednesday)

Dear Sky,

Your suppleness clouds my novice thoughts

so much I become light in my own body

A heavy tar escapes from my grounded flesh.

As a way to give you a kiss of gratitude I must ignite, into ash 

billowing smoke signals. And when my gesture of affection 

rises softly and gently. I sear into my chest the words 

'With this distant eternal melancholic hearts 

I'll long for you.' Just as I kiss you on the cheek

Love,

Earth.

Rotation (Circle)

now is this jazz

sitting not on a

leather couch but the floor

with a slender black cat

poised on my lap.

Post-modernism,

Definitely with a sprinkle

of Harlem Renaissance   

We are all

sticky with ganja leaves.

As we pass, the beat

slides in between you and she 

than him and her

between or betwixt

no one is sure

But I tell you secret
no matter where the circle
is created
who is in it,

Left is always love
So make sure you are
my dear,
sitting next to me please

in the amnesia haze as we
fall into deep puddles
when our finger cross
and touch

I will pretend its
your hand in mine.
Because to take a
hold of another’s hand
is to break from living
individually Me.

It is to
momentarily entwine
your life with mines,
is to
promise, for a moment,
that you need
not face the
world alone

because once this circle
is broken.
no one is sure
between or betwixt

than him and her
slides in between
you and she
As we pass, the beat

We are all

sticky with ganja leaves.
Harlem Renaissance

Definitely with a sprinkle

of Post-modernism,

now is this jazz

sitting not on a

leather couch but the floor

with a slender black cat

poised on my lap.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese):

The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone's hair.