No Labels Necessary
inside out , outside in
something else is unfurling
with pulse sing heart breaths
with pulse sing heart breaths
in these moments of now
Long ago the sound and idea of "no, stop" …was created...
Human beings remembering where and why ~
a dam cuts life's living riversong off ~
makes us cry ~ in the confusion of no means yes means no
a dam cuts life's living riversong off ~
makes us cry ~ in the confusion of no means yes means no
roots of knowing
deep within earth and sky's cosmic loam ~
going through a metamorphosis
while "modern civilization" is dying
there are those that remember and trust
in the primordial birthing
where living energy lives
life and death and life and
what comes next
clarity baby, clarity
if you love her, love all of her
trust her birthing power
dance with her dance
dancing within her
loving being loving
truth baby, truth
about Equality Women's Day,
Cherry Popsicle Day and
National Dog Day
all rolled into one
August 26th, 2015
cherry popsicles on a dog day afternoon
sounds kinda fun
along with some
cacau and blue sunshine
as for equality
not here for regime change
a need every spirit needs
is being a free human being
~*~
fuku-west coast nuclear blaze
and tech no logic haze
turning our turquoise skies grey
with an un natural death and dying
falling from deaf lies lying
mother earth's tears
creating rivers
that come when earth and sunsky
are lovers
grieving and loving
grieving and loving
all life is sacred
passing through ranchitos
in her little tin can on wheels
came to the curve, and took off surfing
moments of flash from a big tree staff
sparkled tingling
wilding spirit dancing
traveling hearthought's song
giving receiving
with metamorphic motion
energizing evolution
awareness
of whatever awareness chooses
can be harmonic frequencies
with lovers
with lovers
and innerconnections
with all our relations
with all our relations
is all in the knowing
what awareness listens with
that opens or limits perception
with living awareness
with living awareness
dance with me baby
the way your timbre
spirit songs within me
like a salsa of togetherings
like a salsa of togetherings
from our head to our toes
and beyond
and beyond
like the way sunsets spark night
she metamorphed so many times
now fruit's sweetest ripe
honied in life's water, earth and flame
the way wilding dreaming
dreams beauty ways
timeless deep an vast
outside limitations of
old paradigms
ballast and balderdash
to living in the fire of
life's togethering blessings
there are so many
definitions and analyzations
of how the ill-logical war got started
for her it simply came from
controls and dom-i-nations
on her
metamorphic birthing nature
for her it simply came from
controls and dom-i-nations
on her
metamorphic birthing nature
feeling the timbre of breath songs
within clarity's hearthought dances
and the way patience long silky touches
weave creationing's romances
love's knowing
in so many forms
giving and living
with sun, sky and earth
forevers
of first kisses
love's passioning
truth song
awakening metamorphic
magi-nations
love's creationings
way of birthing
All Life is Sacred
and beauty way's
children
~*~
somewhere in the mists
of Coyote and Pacquache tales
she flew from the abyss of labels fables
into the wondering
wilding is her nature
like the way day
sparks night
she metamorphed
so many times
now fruit's sweetest ripe
honied in life's
water and flame
wilding dreaming dreams
beauty ways
~* ~
she sent him a gift
made of gratitude's blessings
of lifesongs living
loving him
address
all our relations
dreaming magi-imaginations,
return address
butterfly muses,
dreaming dreaming dreams
in the moments of now
the 5th sun is here
now earth is birthing
metamorphosing
herself and her children
he sent her a gift
made of gratitudes blessings
of lifesongs living
loving her
~*~
there are so many ways
"no" is contrary
to eternal living
metamorphic nature
no sometimes does us a favor
and makes one think
do we really want that
no way of being
no to life
created control and dominance
no created violence
there is natural lore
and there is life no more
when she says
"no more" violence
to my flesh and bones
earth, water, cosmic home
and the beauty ways
of all life is sacred
a confusion
ripples out into the cosmos
"no more"
papa said, question everything
this is not our original language
sing dance pray
creates beauty ways everyday
when a doorway is closed
or living life has been violated
polluted or harmed
remember little one
nothing and no one
can destroy the beauty
of how you are naturally made
blessings and beauty
opening ways
for infinite living possibilities
dreaming dreams with creationing
into reality
~*~
"no" is contrary
to eternal living
metamorphic nature
no sometimes does us a favor
and makes one think
do we really want that
no way of being
no to life
created control and dominance
no created violence
there is natural lore
and there is life no more
when she says
"no more" violence
to my flesh and bones
earth, water, cosmic home
and the beauty ways
of all life is sacred
a confusion
ripples out into the cosmos
"no more"
papa said, question everything
this is not our original language
sing dance pray
creates beauty ways everyday
when a doorway is closed
or living life has been violated
polluted or harmed
remember little one
nothing and no one
can destroy the beauty
of how you are naturally made
blessings and beauty
opening ways
for infinite living possibilities
dreaming dreams with creationing
into reality
~*~
realities of inner senses
disqualified from the mind
of modern civilization
like a veil between worlds
veiling the seeing of beings
with the written word
parading as facts
with a need
to be validated
with it's ideas of proof
poof
the way our hot
springs
sweet
cloud nations
trusting inner senses
speaking love's truth
touching deep within
spiriting communications
seen every kind
of nickel and dimers
to bullion aires glorifiers
blamers blaming
the non-compliers
holding fat takers
fat in the fire
poof
the way our hot
springs
sweet
cloud nations
trusting inner senses
speaking love's truth
touching deep within
the music of
spiriting communications
some see her like
she's a been there done that
an old and tattered hat
that don't lay with the lines that lie
won't buy new old tricks trying
to pull the wool
over the eyes of magic
poof
the way our hot
springs
sweet
cloud nations
trusting inner senses
speaking love's truth
touching deep within
the music of
spiriting communications
there are not too many left in this world
that know how to love a butterfly
and this is why she loves him