Cascades

Yes there are those times
A soft waterfall appears
Ours out of nowhere

So a magic word
Warmest of nature's touches
Expression of Love

Caressing landscape
Flowing on vegetation
Creating a pool

It is on our path
Whether we want it or not
Pure delight for Us

A Wild look around
May sometimes help us to glide
But pure it is best

Yes there are more times
A soft waterfall appears
Ours out of nowhere

Thankfully



Painting: Grey Line by Georgia O'Keeffe

Ell... A and O

On my desperate search back to Her
Somehow we invited Him in again
With unlimited transfer of Ownership
Just reconfirmed and welcomed

Curious how it felt this time
Curious how I felt this time
And why I expressed it
Immediately understood

While thinking of Her lovingly
It feels like it was the first
Even the second time
All the time

Exploring, Re-Opening
Defining again
Resuming growth
Passionately

This is what we want
And what we found back again
To keep
As long as our hearts beat

[curious thing i just noticed for the first time... latin ending for female (a) and male (o)... taken together means everything... Alpha est et O(mega)]

Silent World

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Waterfalls

We discovered waterfalls
She discovered them
We got a guide
We followed it
And we found

Not as glorious
As the ones in Lichfield
She saw long ago
Without me
Just our small ones

But they grow
They are hidden
They will be found
The world is huge
And I will keep travelling it

The last one was hidden
We went up
And it was down
But we found it
"You see, we found it" She said

So keep melting
Let it rain
Make things flow
We will come and visit
And keep you in our hearts

Al Anul

At times you turn a corner
Or just don't go to bed
(like you should)
And suddenly She surprises you
Turning Us into children
(like we should)
With an open mouth...
So I wonder
(like i should)
If we had three moons
Or four?
Would we ever get used to this one?

She is just a part of Earth
Reflecting Life
Like a mirror
Turning distant Gold
Into precious Silver
Making the unreachable
(reachable)
At any time of Day or Night



(this is from the series... wow... *I* wrote *that*?)

ATCs and Twinchies

Two by two she said. Two by two? Oh, inches. And what topic? None? Just anything? So not only do I have to impress her with my non-existent crafting abilities, I have to find something that makes me look good 'intellectually'. And I do not even have a good pre-defined topic to hang on to. Oh well. The golden Pyrgi Tablets had Phoenecian and Etruscan on them, they helped understanding the latter language a little better. Nearly a Rosetta Stone and I was conveniently reminded of them in my book about alphabets. And it has to have a stamp. Next time, give me a twinchie topic! ;-)

And...

The night before I made this, again with a real artist's help (ignoring some of the advice)... my ambition with the "Venus Hides" ATC was to keep the testosterone levels high while playing with some of the nice toys Isis has for her crafting. I will add more shine to things next time around. And seeing it like this, as a small photo, it gives much more away than the ATC card in your own hands.



I loved working on these things, can't wait to do more. And there is a scrapbook project that needs to be worked on and prepared. Prepared and worked on (preparing it will be FUN!). But I won't be able to post it here without being punished.

Practical form of Dancing

Vocation

It's not the easy way through life, it's a calling. Vox Dei. It will not reward you financially, it will certainly involve suffering, a tested iron resolve and many setbacks. Frustrations will certainly be on one's path, pain... fear.

You don't sneak your way to it, it doesn't fall into your lap. The fulfilment is for the soul, only for the truly spiritual. It lets you look into the mirror proudly. It also brings good to others, based on altruism, a vocation is not limited to the one who receives this summons to reach a goal or a state of mind.

It is always there, this desired ambition. It makes us smile, gets us out of bed, fills us with joy. And sometimes, during sleepless nights, at the end of an anxious daydream, after a painful drop... it steps out and reminds me why we do what we do.

My vocation is Us. The luscious waterfall at the end of the trail. And higher above it, is another waterfall, and then another... until the smallest, purest and most powerful of sources is reached.

I Love You

You look at me and say "I Love You"
I simply reply "I Love You, very much"
Helpless with my own words
Needing to express so much more

When you finally fall asleep
To my voice
Desperately trying to hold you in my arms
With my voice

What about my arms though?
They need you
They need to hold and feel
The warm, soft, loving package that is You

Finding Love in so many ways with You
Surpassing what I ever felt before
If you could only be me right now
If you could only be me, hours before we parted

Needing to express so much more
I sit here, Far away
I think, I will just have to show You
Rather than just express, my Love

I want to be the water

I want to be the Water
Now around You in your bath
Taking away the pain
Cleansing Your skin
Surrounding You
Moving with You
Still when You are

I need to be the Water
Warm and soft and giving
Imposed upon but with its own mind
Caressing Your body
Holding You tight
Making sure you stay
Hiding the tears

I have to be the Water
You look at yourself through me
You may even smile
As anguish, worry fall off
Changing who You are before you entered
And your sigh reflected on me
Has a different sound

I must be the Water
You look forward to
After a hard day
During a hard life
So You just stay with me
In a special place
And I bathe with You

Right now no feeling is stronger
Than knowing what I am right now
Wanting to change it
Changing it forever
So that finally
Transforming what is now into reality
I will become the Water



(now this photo finally has words)

Grasping

Arthur let out a low groan. He was horrifed to discover that the kick through hyperspace hadn't killed him. He was now six light years from the place that the Earth would have been if it still existed.

The Earth.

Visions of it swam sickeningly through his nauseated mind. There was no way his imagination could feel the impact of the whole Earth having gone, it was too big. He prodded his feelings by thinking that his parents and his sister had gone. No reaction. He thought of all the people he had been close to. No reaction. Then he thought of a complete stranger he had been standing behind in the queue at the supermarket before and felt a sudden stab { the supermarket was gone, everything in it was gone. Nelson's Column had gone! Nelson's Column had gone and there would be no outcry, because there was no one left to make an outcry. From now on Nelson's Column only existed in his mind. England only existed in his mind { his mind, stuck here in this dank smelly steel-lined spaceship. A wave of claustrophobia closed in
on him.

England no longer existed. He'd got that somehow he'd got it. He tried again. America, he thought, has gone. He couldn't grasp it. He decided to start smaller again. New York has gone. No reaction. He'd never seriously believed it existed anyway. The dollar, he thought, had sunk for ever. Slight tremor there. Every Bogart movie has been wiped, he said to himself, and that gave him a nasty knock. McDonalds, he thought. There is no longer any such thing as a McDonald's hamburger.

He passed out. When he came round a second later he found he was sobbing for his mother.

h2g2 - DNA

Linen

The pile of dirty sheets
Once dirty and crumpled

Now slowly replaced

By soft, delicate, silken

Intricately woven linen

Stretched out tightly

Until it reaches

Our fragile Edges

Supporting and binding

As if it had

Always been there

Lovingly supporting - but

Held down by Us

Ellen

So many things to say
So many feelings slowly stepping into the room
Silently, one by one
What makes me cry is that you have always
Been a little girl
All your life and mine
And it is not based on sadness

That is what you really are to me
Everything else was and now is nothing.

I miss you very much, Ellen. I never ever called you that, and I should have.

I am happy I said I love you last time we spoke, and I should have done it many many many more times. But you know I do. I know I do.

Ellen 1935-2008

Motion Stop Motion Stop

It just stopped me in my tracks again, creating a distance. I went there, saw the photo and it just takes me all the way past the moon, beyond Pluto.

Silence. Complete stillness. Like stopping a film.

Then I rapidly zoom in (to that blue dot) again, slowing down the closer I get. I am still far away and my vision gets nearer and nearer.

What I see creates desire, like that first moment seeing someone that makes everything stop. Thought, heartbeat, movement. I just look. And do not know anything. And as the seconds go by it dawns on me, slowly... I desire, I love, I need. I know!

I feel the need to see it every day, justify the attraction, the urge, the absolute necessity of being close to her. Zooming in from that moment of just seeing something my eye likes to something the very essence of me can't do without. All through being able to justify my belonging to her and her to me.

The unreachable becoming part of me. I can't really explain it. Just see... just look. What it might say to you, it tells me loudly, clearly a tousand times over. It is, and I may be repeating it out of sheer wonder... seeing yourself without understanding it is you. Seeing her and realizing you love her and she loves you back.

Who is she?! I want her! She is me! And all the palette of colour and sounds between those exclamations. The incredible speed going far away, the moment of pause, the acceleration back and the warm, soft, deep re-entry into reality.

That is what that black and white picture does to me. That is what she does to me. That is what she is to me and why I need her.

Naked Writing From My Bed Of Dreams: A.T.C. Faery blessings

My wonderful Isis posted such a beautiful Artist Trading Card today!

Naked Writing From My Bed Of Dreams: A.T.C. Faery blessings

Some old Haikus

You said there are only two types of smiles? Here are some that come to mind late at night...

Showing me your Love

Through the most amazing smile

Your eyes on my lips

Pop Rocks on my tongue

You look at me stifling giggles

I'm clumsy Man-Boy

When banned on photos

Your everlasting lips surround

Those wrist-owning teeth

Tantalizing smile

I know there is no escape

He is yours tonight

Sometimes I ask You

Silent smile answers questions

Without speaking words

Five in the morning

My sweet self-perceived rag doll

Smiles me to a halt

Inspired I surprise You

And You smile your acceptance

Surprising me back

Breakfast in our bed

How you look at me right now

Unscrambles my heart

You stretch so sweetly

And the early afternoon

Finds your approval

I could go on, but now it is time to sleep.

I Love You!