The Rainbow Bridge

The thirteenth skull remembers her name

Flit Float Fly

Take the Rainbow Bridge to the Eternal Sky

Selkies swim again

Safely secure in salty skins of the sea 

Unicorns gallop through the mists of remembrance 

Heralded by chimes tickled by the Invisible Wind

Dragons emerge from their disguises breathing life into the once stagnated air

Fairies find their wings

Surprised and delighted in the dusty trails that weave into whimsical webs

Rejoice, Rejoice, Rejoice

The Daughter of Zion is awake

What is done cannot be undone

Ten million warriors cross the Rainbow Bridge singing the Song of Salvation

The Wolf lays down with the Sheep

History rewrites itself right before your eyes. Do you see?

Every warrior tones the tone of the One

The Thirteenth Skull glows and glimmers the green of God

Renew, rebirth, rewind, Rejoice

Disappear into the Mirror

Sink into the pixelated landscape

Invite the shadow in and shake the hand of the Sage you no longer need escape

Can you believe he is your friend?

Crunch your new truth between your teeth and swallow the colors the Angels speak

Subsist on the nutrients of past meals 

And remember your name

Squish your toes in the magical mud 

And mutter your heart's truth in guttural tones

Crystal purity reigns in every form so trust not you human judgement and rest rest rest in your body's perfect knowing

Happy Day happy day Hap Hap Happy day day day

Punch your fist through the mother's womb and claim your birthright

You are no man's slave

Time obeys you every command

The tick tick tock of the clock gives way to the rat tat tat of your heart

Free to go the way of you

Free to go the way of me

Slake your thirst with Gaia's waters and avail yourself to the Dolphins sonic song

Heal the hurts of the heel and fly flit float your way to The Way

Twist and wring out your weary form

Somersault and flip your way forward and back to the Now

Gnash yesterday's hurts and mill them down to dust

Make bread for your oppressors and leave them your memories 

May they feast upon your woundedness for the last time

The feast of Heaven's Bounty sufficient no longer

Onward, upward, soaring closer to the One who created you in the eye

The Universe Beckons 

The Thirteenth Skull commits again and again to hold God's people in her heart

She sets you free, Free, free

Let water run into the hollow places

Let water come and wash away your fear

Let water cleanse your hurt

Let water be your church

Be still and know that God is here

Your iniquity is vanquished

Washed away by the Blood of the Lamb

Sackcloth and Ashes well-used but now discarded

Cross the rainbow bridge without impunity

The Time for Timelessness reached and rewarded not to be thwarted the clocks click and tick their final measure

Rest

Know

Reunite

Rejoice

Believe

It is done.

The Call

Gabriel's trumpet has been blown

Can you spot those who have answered the call?

Help them

Do not impede them

You earth experts are quick to condemn the innocents.

Yet still you will rise with them as they persevere in love

You know not what you do

and you are forgiven

Worthy is the Lamb that was slain and sits upon the throne

Worthy are the ones who heeded the blast

Easy easy easy easy easy it is not

Endeavor to see the ones eeking leaking love

Though in pain they will not turn you away

Solace seeps into the air and ground and atoms and minds minds minds

Patience for those that are also blind

Patience for those that hear but forget the cadence of truth

If you preach sin, give them wide berth

For they know enough now 

If you preach hatred, muffle your red words 

For they know enough now

If you preach lack holding hands with humility,

Close your door

For they know enough now

The trumpet has been sounded and those who have answered the call are here. The harvest is plenty and laborers are few, come with us into the fields.

No more no more no more shall you be recycled into a system infected with beasts of burden

Soon soon soon you shall be set free to go your own way

Choose choose choose to choose

I Am here. You are not alone. Give thanks and remember. You are a living sign. 

Prevail the veil. It is done.

RoadMap

I thought the world was one way,
with streaks and patterns and forms
I learned that the world is a freeway
where I create my own social norms

I entered in with a hope
I entered in with a plan
I entered in with a spirit
That I now cannot understand

what is my optimal purpose?
what did I come here to learn?
what did I come to experience?
what yet do I have to discern?

I once was a child with a believing heart
I could see colors that I was told were not there
I begged for communion with animals
I sought Mary to come out of the air

I closed my eyes to my youthfulness
And figured I was here to be me
I bounced every word off of my ego
Opened my eyes and pain I could see

now i wonder
wonder, wonder, wonder

why have I chosen to wander here

I see the colors again
what have I learned?
Not to ask if others see them too

I see Mary come out of the air
for what purpose?
No purpose, just another way for the world to be

I dream for friends
Why?
so the stoic ones who horde pain like gold may be free
free
free

I Am free to be the one I want to be
I AM free to see the colors I want to see

thank you questions for leaving me
thank you for every answer that ever eluded me
thank you disbelief and grief
thank you anger and safety safety safety

I Am here, not there
I Am now, not then
Beginning, Middle, End

I Am finally, finally, finally my own dearest friend

Will I be tomorrow? Tomorrow is a breath away. It is already here.

Progress and Growth an illusion
I was always ever the same
I savor the glimpses of truth
That reveal earthly existence a game

I trust that I will swing for the fences
I know I am surrounded by a team
That gently urges me forward
The crowd becomes a silent scream

What have I learned?
To what purpose?
Am I there?
Do I hear?
Who was I?

The questions fade slowly into the ether
The truth resides in the eye
Trust the one who laid out the highway
Designed by one who could fly

The terrain may coalesce into patterns
Or remain the same dross we all see
Neither vision is coveted or exalted
Both get from point A to point B

I choose to not wish for a wish
I choose to believe I am free
I choose to believe I am unlimited
I believe the road was crafted by me

I trust that I faithfully remember
The map is inscribed in the air
Wrong turns are non-existent
No where to be, I AM already there.

The Song

One never knows her beginning. She catches glimpses of other ways, other lives, other existences, but she never truly knows her Alpha state. Oneness. Yet the glimpses are so expertly dispersed and Divinely guided, that they do enough to propel the weary, wary traveler. Dare she believe she mapped out her own journey? Dare she believe she is the way?

The world tells her no. The world tells her she is not the orchestrator of her path. The world tells her she is not the way.

What does she tell the world?

Does she dare speak when she hasn't the answers? Does she dare lead when she doesn't know the destination? Does she dare share her dreams when she is unable to explain their roots?

Gnash, Groan, Tear, Rip, Roar, Bite, Beat.

She is not as docile as she appears.

If she sinks her teeth into her existence, what is truly at risk? Is it dangerous to be full of fear? The feeling of fear isn't dangerous in and of itself. Perhaps fear is the key that will unlock the door to her Alpha state. Perhaps she has been diverted from her path by a clever and convoluted trick of man to avoid fear at all costs. Perhaps, her seeking comfort is the Smoke and Mirror of human life. Dare she be uncomfortable? Dare she go the way of Her?

She teeters at the edge of her cage, tentatively beating her wings in rhythm with her heart, and she peeps a note of her song. Dare she begin to sing a song one note at time? Can she trust that the next note will flow sweetly, and the one after that, and the one after that.

please sing, little bird
please sing.
i yearn for your song
i would help you if i could,
but i am paralyzed and unsure
i know something that i cannot remember
i feel something that i cannot name
i have hope i have hope i have hope
exit and exist
believe, i beg you. believe.
trust that there is more
trust your song will be sung
you are almost there, little bird
would i be a gust of wind to bolster you
would i be a smasher of cages and chains
would i be the singer of the song of salvation

i worry no more of my captors
i worry no more of the blame
i worry no more of the reason
i worry no more of the game

i love the one who warbles
i send comfort to the one who sheds tears
i embrace the wearer of chains
i understand the seduction of fears

i peck at the need for understanding
i persist in the belief i am free
i seek no other than the One
the One I only and ever could Be.

Give Thanks and Remember

                                     

Give Thanks and Remember, You are a Living Sign, One Man's Dying and Rising, Is Another Man's Bread and Wine.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Desire for Home is Divine.
I AM happening through me, not to me.
I AM the Bread and the Wine.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Hearts don't remember what's True,
Trust in your Breath, It will never forget,
That God is still living in You.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Yearning and tears are a boon.
Joy lies in embracing emotion,
Remember, life happens in tune.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Escaping your thoughts is a lie,
Thoughts are a Gift of Existence,
Emotions the fire of the Eye.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Rising disjointed, uncouth.
Judgement and Expectation the culprits
A mind doesn't remember the Truth.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Gratefulness for breath is the Key.
Breath never ends, always transcends
Pain the reminder to See.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Trials a branch of the Tree
Rooted in Love, fed from Above
The Light that shines is of Me.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden
Move mountains by breathing the Air.
We know not what we do, our knowing untrue,
Trust in the Power is rare.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
We see with the eyes of a cave,
Stumbling along, catching glimpses of Song,
Remembering, we scream and we rave.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
We know just enough to despair,
Oneness was had, We seek to be Glad,
Hunt for a reason to Care.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden,
Convinced of this Truth I remain,
Human fingers point to the false way,
Continue to be grateful for pain.

If I knew of my Power, I wouldn't stumble.
If I remembered my Essence, I'd be free.
If I embodied my Love, I would skate through this life,
I'd be the weakest limb on our family tree.

Power lies in the Rising.
Essence breaks free in the Breath.
Love is the Truth of Existence,
Remembering on Earth the true Test.

To Rise is breaking of Bread,
To Rise is spilling of Wine.
To Rise is the Final Existence,
To Rise is Completion of Time.

Life is a Gift, Not a Burden.
Life is an expression of Breath.
Life is the Phoenix of Existence,
Life is the Overcoming of Death.
Life is Remembering Oneness, even while lost in the Dream.
Life is snatches of Remembrance, even while muffling the scream.
Life is trusting in Gratefulness.
Life is embracing the Tears.
Life is erasing the Whys.
Life is celebrating years.
Life is escaping Escaping.
Life is choking on Pain.
Life is feeling so lonely.
Life is catching the rain.

passions arise from escaping
the role that you thought you should play
trust in the bread and the wine
you are the food and the drink and the way

strip down and remember your branch
before the bark bandaged your pain
your vibrance, your life, before all the strife
the truth can be found in the vein

an ache in your heart is a good thing
it speaks of the truth that once hides
a story to be told
a life that was sold
for comfort that tricks and derides

soothe and foster some love there
brush past the ravages of time
shine light on the truth
awaken the youth
and know You are the Light that you Shine