Kayfucius

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Two universes collide

before my crossed, unblinking eyes –

saw golden haloes of light

surrounding everything in sight.

Energy rises,  like smoke, like sun

like the steam from my skin when my shower

is done.

I felt calm, at peace

mind, spirit, heart, body, soul – at ease.

Aligned, balanced, separate growth

expanding my entire whole.

Birds flew close,

frolicked near my feet;

Squirrels bandy unexpected gifts

from the trees to my seat.

For once, I  didn’t need a camera

to  capture this scene

imprinted on  my consciousness

replaying in my thought stream –

watching chakras glow and dance

Chi infused with gathering aura, potential

possibility; romance.

I watched a ladybug tiptoe among leaves and grass

flitting past my nose softly

into nature’s morass.

Thanks to the Universe,

gratitude to Earth Mother;

realizing further interconnectedness

so much more to discover.

Done being told

my own beauty isn’t mine to behold

when I just experienced a joy so precious

my heart overflows.

The simple grace in just being

both humbling  and freeing…

Releasing breath gently as I

return the Sun’s warm, encompassing gaze

The wonders of  innerstanding

never cease

to amaze.

When I ask my name in my own head

do I actually hear the voice that says it,

and is that voice my own, or another’s?

Or, is what I “hear” simply a response to the question

I asked?

My Higher Self  never fails to remind

that our minds don’t belong to our physical bodies;

They only occupy them.

And we are not our thoughts.

Thoughts are simply reflections

of the energy our actions mirror –

internal echoes of external stimuli.

Rat-a-tat-chatting with my inner Divine
wanting to innerstand my perception(s)
of time.
Stories of past lives swirled among my
consciousness –
sudden actualization.
Overstanding Time not as a measurable unit
or concept,
but as a living entity that exists
to record each moment
as they happen to be…
Time doesn’t move;
it is perfectly still.
So that it can catch and cradle
each uniquely crafted occurrence and memory
as they hurtle  through the cosmic wilds of multiversed
spacetime.
They are the stories written across our stars.
I felt a great sigh shiver along my snynapses
and She said, “If you don’t stay focused; this world is gonna pass right by you.”
Suddenly, I was back in my bedroom, remembering I only
came in here to refill my favorite lighter.

 

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Is it greedy of me
to keep inhaling
until I burn my fingers?
Am I overindulgent
if I break my fast
to share meals with my family?
Should I care too much
if the numbers on
the scale keep creeping and climbing
up and up?
What spirited vines;
Does it matter if there’s a little jiggle now
in my thighs and around my waistline?
Does it make me too selfish
if I
ignore calls and texts
for my own peace of mind –
and is it stealing if I take
a few extra minutes
for solitude, to realign?
Have I done this so very wrong
everything came out right?

And why is it I always question life
when I’m just  remembering to live it
while I’m drifting
at night?

They all wait

for the warm weather

and the better times

and opportunities to

be “themselves” in public space

and all  I can think

is how maybe the cold is

easier;

No one wants to talk

when their heads are down

and their teeth chatter

and their only motivation

is getting to where it’s warm.

Cold is a friend that

whispers often

but never so loud as when everyone else

has nothing to say.

Golds, yellows, reds
oranges, purples and rose;
The fading greys of night, the shifting oceanic blues of dusk –
mellow beams of radiant light
and soft warmth gilding everything/one
in their path.
Glittering jewels in the crown
of the dawn.
Her ascent and coronation
are the day, and
as further it expands,
becoming potential itself,
the sky bursts alive with color, aglow with the Sun’s fires.
All awake
stunned into quiet awe
as sunrise makes her marks
on the unblemished canvas
of a new day’s genesis…
The most precious gift of the day
is the small moment where all is
blissfully calm, and nothing stirs:
a collective stillness
a moment of pure oneness with the Universe
sunrise is a daily infusion of Nirvana
before the plunge into
the perpetual routine busyness
of the mortal world.

I’ve always felt

my favorite color is purple.

And maybe it truly is;

But, still…

When I look around my life –

in my wardrobe, at my environment and surroundings,

my adornments and accessories…

I see more greens and aquas,

grays and blues

and random other pieces

of Earth’s rainbow.

Not as much purple

as there maybe should be

if it is indeed my favorite color.

Or, maybe it’s just that

my subconscious tastes

aren’t very biased

and I like being surrounded by

various shades and colors;

Yet the one that most soothes my senses,

resonates within my consciousness,

captivates my awareness,

is purple

and all its endless hues.

I drank my liquor too fast

and now my chest is on fire

but doesn’t burn as hot

as my body does

for yours…

You’re a particular kind

of sexy

the kind that goes on and on

that I can taste in my mouth

hold in my soul

touch with my fingertips –

not even rum can

take the credit for this buzz.

Tripping over my own

lust;

I haven’t completely figured out

how to forget myself

with you.

But…

it won’t take me long

to learn.

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