September 2005 The Mermaid Speaks

September 2005 Mermaid Speaks

The Mermaid Speaks 09/12/2005:

Frozen ocean reaches me nestled in the
heat of something leaving.
You are all around, with eyes popping in the lid like
action of open but not quite receptive.
I, winged waiting scales, not tipped but tingling in
anticipation.
I hug you round and round and round till limbs are
ground soft and joints renewed to the subtle hue of
sustainablility.
We are possibility.

9/13/2005

Awake fledgling artists,
Not knowing themselves as the gift.
Each of your choices turned in sand sent out
by tides, and the wash of unsuspected waves.
Uninspected courses set out in search
of the hidden agenda.
And what of your mother of pearl mirrored image?
Fine tuned receptive, the shell waits to be filled.
Are you a moon, a conch, a capital conception?
Come to the image again and again, as it
will morph for your making.
Call the true intention to the swirling about
in your soul's conviction.
Pathway is clear, I can see the bottom here.

9/14/05

Wonder is waking.
Yes, have no doubt.
We are as we seem till the fire runs out,
and in that moment the seeds have a chance.
One for the purpose, and more for the effort,
either way the deep dark extinguished has nourishing
power.
The germination, watered with wonder, gratefully
blessed
along the contours of the treasure chest waiting to
be unlocked,
by an unfolding miraculous
mention what was not suggested before.
Take the time in time to be whaere you are.
The fire is out, the dark all about.
Love love love this open
new wonder till it feeds your
hunger and grows the
best of all intention.

9/15/05

Emerge emerge emerge.
Mention made name make
more made how
and How
opens to why with
movement.
Be with the undulation, bewith, be with...
Breath emerges, descends, retreats, advances,
accompanies the all of emotion.
Deeper, embrace the emerge, and soft the listening
settles echos, finds channels, rivulets, pathways
washing over the resistance to feel.
Oh yes! Sound this with me, as it travels resounding
whipping around and around the orb of this earth
wrapping us in the warmth of all emotion
fully felt,
felt fully constant continuous circulation
so
love
dearly
blossoms perpetual.

9/16/05

Share peace planed upon
the silken surf sensed forth into
placid ocean
surface stretched the girth of
love's circumferance.
Morning, noon, night flight
moon full
dropped engorged with the nectar
of reflection.
Ready for consumption,
digest insight bright.

9/17/05

Silence reaches us far beneath the surface.
Held still sunk so solitude blinks
and then surrender's her lids to the
heavy hill tumbling towards the
vision within.
Reaching out, I can feel the amorphous
skin of
time taking its time.
My fin fans the process till
one we make one
unity
synchronicity.
Harmony in
tempo tones tamed and let loose
as patience
persues you.
And enveloped
it absorbes in the shallows
of shores holding out till
we are circulation generation
for the cause of coming
in
with the tide.
And, then being taken out again.

9/18/05

Do you see that?
Something is just below the surface,
tracing a playful design,
not breaking the barrier,
just showing us its here.
A glistening taught fabric barely
transparent, almost
giving in to form penetrating the
void of knowing and not.
I am here, holding you through the mystery
below, and we will
be strong to bond
the air and the water,
the love, and the indifference,
the feeling and the numbness,
the meaning and the madness.

9/19/05

Try, cry, wash it in the sand.
Fly the why, and grow another hand.
We are all part of this, do not forget.
Grace settles in all the rough places.
The wreck moans and heaves as each wave
rolls it further up the coastal
crags and cursed contortions of coming
together hesitantly.
Fine filaments reveal a place to
run my finger tips trace for place
and purpose.
At once, larger than this scene, I cope
with, hold tilt, rock reaction, and
wait for
peace.

9/20/05

Water washes over,
multitudes even and strong
passing the openings to breathe
in the new
possibility.
So, I inhale water.
I inhale the matrix
of our growth, and
exhale the last of something gone.
It is okay to drown.
It is okay to give in,
mind, memory, and soul
to the hole,
as long as you let it
take you to the other
side.

9/21/05

Whipping about, again
the speed
phenomenal.
Open eyes and mouth.
I am, you are, we
will
come about into
a wind, and over again
pushed
to the place that we were
meant to go.
Searing through thought
emotion and
space.
Cut through, coming forth
centered true.
Healing the feeling for
oblivion.

9/22/05

Land loves the lapping
linger of watery fingers coming
home in her, and
loose forms
wander about digging themselves deep,
pausing to grow shells,
to anchor their spread.
Not only in your head, dreams float about,
asking for a way out
of
the nebulous.
So, when will the iron be hot enough?
When will the solid be hard enough?
When will this story be long enough, for
a character to take off and
fly?

9/23/05

Mermaid dreams
Bottled paradise
A truth come clean
And it all blowing in
the wind.
Images Ignited
filled to their full capacity
as
who they are.
Be this full.
Breathe till you
blow it all
away.

9/24/05

Caused the coming forth
of Chaos
that can only be
the sign that
today we will come
again and again to
the shores of a new love
that sets all free
to be
who they are.

9/28/05

Its hard to hear,
but the pulse is here.
Beyond the silence that submerged can give you,
you go deeper.
Drifting down, and
elevation rises throughout the momentum
to descend.
This is the way.
All opposites do joyfully merge
in the presence of
the Rhythm.
It is a guide, and
a coach.
It is a parent,
and a deity.
It is the force that is,
so all we must do,
is hear it to know.
The pulse perpetual.

9/29/05

Love spreads
invariably.
Quivering patterns
of wind
brushed water
cascading
horizontal
along
all surface
tension
tamed to sense
the way to be absorbed.
A thought that lifts the
veil of stillness, and
grows the opening
for awareness.