since I was a little girl
I wondered about the perfect love.
the one that is always there.
the one that hears your insides.
Ive since thought Ive known many,
now I realize the quest was one of recognition.

perfect loves are ones of great trials,
ones that are given the chance to live.
you must feed the flame of this love.
you must dance in the smoke
and light of its fire.
holding hands, circling.

its a give and take thing,
the perfect love looks like this.
the two navigate each others space
and taste whats within.
it tastes like you. good and then
some days less brilliant.
WE all have this sentence,
dueling energies constant presence.
the waves never give, they shift.

I want to change my quest,
with Venus in Aries, these things
are new.
I want to create the perfect love.
the One I desire to nourish
and stand in. the love, itself.
walk into the flame, the dance.
singe the outer layer.

passionately impressed
by the beauty of the divine dance
the movement of time.
passionately moved within,
dancing in the beams of the light.

life dips and dives around me
the swirl of the essence grasps me
catches my breath.
Ive folded in, to learn to trust.
me, only. from I is all I can see.

so I trust me, finally.
undoubtedly, worry will still be known.
the law of the mind, until unknown.
how profound! just to trust, me.
my place in the sea of things…

I keep my arms opened
my heart softened
my embrace tight and free.

many nights
right before I close my eyes
the lyrics begin to flow.
I know you are close. I feel you.
your presence becomes known.
I hear you. your scent still unknown.
I wonder how long before I know it.

as my eyelids close,
I get warm, my back settles.
the arch gives and the muscles relax.
I sense you're near, you're pressed against me.
I lay still. I prepare to release, to breath.
heave, silently, my children sleep.
they rest next to me.
the space there.

how can I bare to continue to miss
this bliss. to not know what it is.
my patience will not run thin.
I will stand in love.
I will listen. follow the path back to my dreams.
I know they will come again.
these new ones will be of you.

the pace here is set,
as I rested in between the next step.
its ready to be walked.
each moment crossed is yet
another chance to evolve.

these are the things that free
this souls fret.
these are the realities that allow
me to see my whys.
the dips constant churn,
the waves crashed into the surface
and curled into it.
moved right into its own core.
rinse it, better yet.
get it all out.

there are steps I must step.
bricks to be laid. they weigh a lot.
come with emotional movements
that can cause an uneasiness.
a mild upset. one that must be dealt.
and so I deal with it.
up front. transparent.

though, don't hold your breath,
at best, bet on these steps.
they rarely let me me down.
they have been configured to rise,
to crown.
the knees get momentary rest.
they must dig into the ground and
weep. this is just a part of the work.

though, this race,
this race is set. the energy is moving around
and around and around.
tempting me to play.
keeping pace, headed down a glowing road.

Closeness is waning
Space is creating a change
One, I must embrace

And now as the smoke
Blows, as the pressure is set
I envision it.

I want you to teach me about the stars.
where each follows from,
and to. the constellations path.

I want you to map the sky with me.
write out the language of yesterday.
I know you've been studying…

I wait patiently for class,
preparing my eyes to see
all you do. It is meant for me to.

I need you to tell me the stories of the heavens.
replay the times spent.
spend these days with me.
relay the messages. call them out of me.

This masters year is nearing it's revolution.
The months draw nearer.
The dark approaches it's own hollow.
It releases all pieces.
Ejects the past from its space.
It prepares to be enlightened again.
Springing from these dark days, I am
Coming.

I have arrived and behind my eyes
I know what is true.
I know love lights all paths to you.
I know I am you.
Though I feel a weight upon my shoulders.
I carry bags of my past, still.
I try to abandoned them.
They seem to want me.

These bags are packed with folded rags
Of stories told and forgotten.
They replay a story of saddened days.
Fears begotten path.
Where each second spent in its chest
Lent to the next. The nightmares surge
in my memories.

And it's so clear to me though I seem to
Lack some skill.
Some path to standing still.
To waiting until the storm has passed.
I prefer to move with haste and cleanse
As I move.
Waiting for the waves to crash seems
Immautre. Though,
I am feeling something here.

My movements feel too fast, now.
Now they feel weakened by my past.
As the river passes I just know not to drown.
I interact with the waves from above.
Though here is the sticky stuff,
You are here.
I know it.
This masters year has shown it.
This year is rolling around through time,
Curling within and releasing the stems
Of the 9.
Resisting the passed times.
Heeding the signs to break ties.
To separate the cycles intent.
They'll go on until we master them.

33rd degree to see me.
I had to climb this height to have a viewpoint.
I had to reach this moment to be free
To release the heat they encapsulated me in.
I no longer want to question my worth.
My capability to be loved.
My darkest, hidden corners...
They are fully being alarmed.

The light is coming.
You have me in your sight
And you stand still until you capture me.
I will know.

On the mourn it's you
Your essence fills my mind and
I open to fill

Memories desire
Fires lit, dim. Oxygen,
Wind called to feed it

Your chest felt like home
And your tone. Whisper to me
Our future moments

When we met eye saw
Your face, yet it seemed cold then,
The nerves did not rest

leaving me,
you trace the chords of life
as you exit my core. More.
leaving me you bring all of us from before,
every bit of me, time spanning the stars.
you leave me an idea and land in my arms
and there we meet, my legacy.

your fragrance so sweet, like new.
first sunlight, the
feelings of warm morning dew.
tropical winds playing tunes of you,
your song is heard, caught soon as I went
in for another whiff of you.
you came from me...
how did I not know I smelled so good.

and now you are here,
this beauteous creation of me.
my tears were not shed in vain.
you are here and the birthing process
brought pain, labor, heartache, restless nights.
you are here and the healing process
takes new ideas and courage to be you.

tru you. the one from all of us.

you, the signal to open up, wider than previously known.
opening.
I saw the pieces of your heart in front of me,
they were captured to be made whole
and now you are here. I missed your frame.
the way you are shaped, and how you
claim the space you are in.
bring in attention,
time to grow and expand and attract
that which we must, for there is
a job to be done.
and it comes from before.
in our blood.
ancestors waiting for this time to explore.
directions written lifetimes and more.
more come forth.
more of us.

more of us that are healing us,
oh we have so much healing to do.
generations of you have grown in distrust
and fear.
we bring you here to help undo some layers
and help our warrior blood come through.
we believe in you. we heard the call on the wind.

legacy is formed.

my legacy, come forth.
our frequency reborn.

it is time. the line that you come from,
now we all surrender our moments.
investment worthy of all of us.
it is now your time to shine.
the stage awaits the performance of you.
just exactly what you were molded to do,
the layers of us that make you up,
now you show up, and we all bow to you.
we make room in our hearts and everywhere
so you can stretch out and know your name.

once again,

we are here once again.
the ancients grin. they approve.
the sun comes on the new day and
now you continue to move.
beyond my grasp, my nose searches for you.
knowing the smell of my insides,
of you. you prepare your ride,
I trail you. I love you. We love you.
we cradle our trust in truth.

in our legacy. child, we now make room
for you.

because when she loves
she does it with her heart
she leads with her soul

because when she speaks
listening seems wise
her tone keeps your attention

because she creates
her spirit sings brightly
she sees the undertones

to be a piece of the sea
you must
flow freely