Shining a light on
the face of a great wise owl you see this light? It is not your time. I know you are full of medals of age and all the wiseness of habitual self But this light is here now You can bead your eyes and exorcise your neck Regardless The sun shines the moon is gone to remind you now is not your time to rule this foreign land. You are on a new perch far away from home Learn and grow with the radiant, resident self Within the new motherland, The kingdom of the sun. -lorianna Are cultivated gardens
more divine than the wild? But, oh how the big the redwood grows! How feral the wildflowers! a fierceness a strength all that was, is. But to cultivate is to nourish to drive by and wave To share love unity compassion Possibly even more yield If yield is even important to the plant the tree Find the middle to your wildness thank the spirit for the conscious time spent together ask your garden angel to be your cohort The one who brings your dormant mess to a place where sunrise is celebrated and the rain is welcomed May you love and be loved. -lorianna Hiding for seekingHide hide hide away
Deep inside the cave of my childlike body My soul did not feel safe to play to dance, to run Not today not any recent day. If you never come seek to find are we still in a game together? How long until my place is no longer genius and becomes the joke of older smiles and mocking laughter..? You can't just make me go away Neither of you I am the fun one if you let me I could make magic for you all If I had a wand and a voice yet I can make Myself go away one small habit at a time I can cry in the moment of abandonment even though no one said hi or goodbye sitting with hope of self amidst deep destruction in a closet full of clothes in a childhood game. I didn't win them by my merrymaking I didn't win myself by staying shameful quiet waiting for someone to discover me and give me meaning. -lorianna Pacifist Warrior
In my childhood loneliness I was scared to play with myself The gremlins are so close at bay Always hovering just right outside the doorframe of my mind I never understood you could ask them not to come in -lorianna Dust and Sand
Draw a line of potent dust at the doorframe Protect yourself My spirit is who I sinned against Warred against With the limiting belief Of not to stand firmly in the sand in the sun. -lorianna The movement of air was
welcomed to move the spirit a mere hour ago. I begged it to swirl within the dust of night To rise the sleep from the ashes The sun begins Beckons little ones Stretch in the sun Happiness is the cooling air gently sweeping the heat from your perception offering hope from other places, other lands forgotten corners of adventure there I sit with morning air Stirring the great pot of mystery co-creating essence with The Gods of morning My mind hovers swirls and steps back from the union of love Because I remember there is a time when air is chilling in mad abundance over light over warmth Keep believing remember the heat the stretching growth time beautiful because it becomes too much to ignore Do not let the all the air in your mind steal your nourishing light The swiftness of the jaw beating breeze can bite if you are not careful. Do not fight back with the wind Turn off the fans shut all the windows In this time you must do what calls to keep your little candle of resurrection aflame Sit still earth mother Sit still with me for we will play in the wind once more But for now let the only air be our breath hush our ears to the Crackle of our internal Flame perfect in its rhythm as it transmutes fear and longing into happiness and bliss. -lorianna She didn’t want the gifts I had for her I know they were late But I think she would’ve liked them She doesn’t belong to only us now. She cannot stay with us always The day she disappeared I had a 2:00 appointment that didn’t show up It was her It was her She was the no show She had to leave I kept my 3:00 Oh but God if I had know I crumble As if I could save change from happining She melts in my arms And has to leave again Why Why do I feel this grief now? Is it for me? Or for her Or for control Or for presence that I was allowed to touch until now -lorianna The light sticky residue
left on my coffee spoon air bubbles from sweet cream only left behind the outline of their stay The hot brewed escape once warmed, pressed gently and filtered with Love of water only suds remain The sweet drip of honey clinging to the side of the cup desperate for recognition from where it came All together in one stew a potion for the wicked the monster who beckons us to sleep "the anti sunrise" "the counteracter of action" Drink quickly the antidote to the devil of sloth then sit and relish in its takeover and look for the applause from that which resides tiny little rings of the evidence of warriorship in its finest form The morning warrior ascent alchemist of coffee energy awareness blessings divination from The uncleaned cup -lorianna Trying to be present Open eyes with the ever changing GLORY. Is it worth what it Does- does it do? The active air movement of resplendence? Can one truly be present with everything beaming with unbordered light? Is this why the dark beckons us so. The dirt is easier to see than the sky. Oh wind direct me, Gently blow my hair to remind me of God. show me the stars that lead us to the spot below it where we rest on a log made seemingly for us Does it mean the creatures are not in this log, under it? Does the lizard have permission? Do we draw the line at spiders serpents snakes? How must we know where we are safe? Even within the arms of the moonlight or in a majestic field of wheat wherein the bodies lay Will rocks protect us, Totems of yesteryear The starlight itself? if it is indeed ours. Can you claim them Those nodding shimmers & the mother moon? They are part of you made up of the same dust dirt divine breath For the moon needs the sun to be seen The dirt needs to decay to promote growth BUT the stars need nothing sumptuous, unflappable , self-collected stars showing us all that is possible within us as echoed in the mirror of the divine. GLORY Even in the darkness of closed eyes. -lorianna |
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