October 2005 The Mermaid Speaks

October 2005 Mermaid Speaks

10/4/05

Water washes
it all
away,
but watch what
comes back,
settling along
the sand
embedded,
till stepping so
this way and that,
we stumble upon it startled.
Picking it up,
shaking the grit to the ground.
It has weathered the change, and
come
back
again.

10/5/05

Wonder bright
we have a fight.
The dark has the light,
and penetrate's purpose
to pose the question,
that is the answer.
Undulation rolling the waves
forward,
they always make it to shore,
so have faith in your journey,
and grow more of
who you
are.

10/6/05

What a wonder is water
weighted in the
dream
weaved deep in recesses
of mind
motioned into movement
making meaning
most perceptable
till it slips
beyond the knowing
sense and caught
net
total
tallied
cost
effective
shell for
mother of pearl
mirror.

10/7/05

The pain pulses
pierced illuminates
as it girates
through the
immovable resistence of
impossibility.
For beyond is where we
vibrate on,
Pain washes in waves
breath carried concoctions
water whipped drips
along lips from the oracle
of eyes seen
so sight has
a way out.
And within all is
that every was
behind past's
shadowed curtain
call.
Show up sweet doll,
show up the surf,
Aphrodite calls.

10/9/05

Waves caress
themselves,
like you
and me.
We.
One cosmic hurl
through
unfurling
the sails
in heart
possible hope
eternal
blooming tides
full force
for the dreams
realized heaven
now
and here.

10/10/05

Waking dreams
are real
asleep
we mezmerize
hypnotized,
Wake up, wake up, wake up!
Waking dreams,
another
sleep,
you and me, are eye
to eye,
now,
Wake up, wake up, wake up.
Each groove fits into
a nook,
each realization,
another curve to
compliment,
a tapestry,
intricate,
dearest,
Wake up, wake up, wake up.

10/11/05

Web
catches
matrix momma
filled
the void
so all can be heard.
Do you want to listen?
There are messages
in all directions,
so place yourself in the
center free
from the need for stability,
is where balance exists.
Gleaming the stream to fruition,
aching the soul
its home,
birth is ecstatic
convulsions
when seen in shuddered
time.
Fear will flake off,
as the center grows
the roots
that stand
nucleus
creation
exist to existence.
Raise the chalice
for nourishing nourishment,
be the hope you see,
hold the star you are
as it burns through
the evolution's incarnation.
Finally formed to formless,
jump into this deep abyss,
weight with mystery as
calls from the great conundrum
wait to be solved.
I will run my fingers through it,
untangling,
you do the rest.

10/15/05

You obscure the view,
washing tresses of time curled
tight around
things that
are barely audibly edible,
past due.
Untied to tape sealed
secrets they
float away
unknown.
There are other homes.
Find fortune
squeezed
eight limbed
tentacles
purple
passion
for the treasure
chest heaving
the love
we have always
shared.
Riches have distinction
in the gleam
of sea washed
sun beams.
"Make haste slowly,"
Emerge inward, inbound
to the ember eternal.
Each will
is
always
within
and with
out awakening.

10/17/05

You have missed me.
I have washed out
already.
Colors flowing
streams of diffusion,
dispersed along the jetty's
of mind travel.
If it could be enough
to travel
in thought,
we would make the world
as it is
each
whim
wide eyed
truth.
As it is,
something congeals
in the material of making
things real that
needs belief
beyond doubt.
Let us
bloom the love
divine
in our midst.
Peace yawns open
the doors
to a paradise to be found
earth bound.
Spread now,
and become the fibers
that pull the fabric
together in
a tapestry
of heaven
here and now.

10/20/05

Relief.
Rejuvenated,
Relieved,
Renovations
are on the way.
Regardless of the flood
form force
that rushes the
course of
action to its
starting point,
you can take a breath
and let go.

10/24/05

Shells birthed brilliant
coves
of complicated
contours
breeding blessed
intricacies,
reflecting impossibilities made
real
to the touch of
eyes, and teeth, and guarded,
guided,
feet fanning out till they lift
suspended in perpetual motion
pounding
water's
relentless
grind
gravel
till grit of once was conch wit
fits in the pours of a
queen ant's
wings
walking the Sahara
backwards.