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The Mermaid Speaks
    
 

The Mystic Mermaid began as an inspiration for my healing practice. A name for the business. But, as it grew, I felt the need to create a voice for this powerful supporting idea, presence, and image. She is a part of me that helps me to access bliss, joy, and the flow that is necessary for removing the blocks that impede healing. The watery parts of the world have always called to me. Releasing me of the constraints of gravity, water gives me a freedom of movement that I treasure. Dolphins, whales, porpoises, and seals are very dear to me, and are often considered savior in human lore. Their ability to breathe air, and dive the depths of the waters has always made me long to be like them, and the mermaid was the imaginative character I identified with very strongly. So, the Mystic Mermaid was born. She has her story, and her way. Below is her daily musings.
There is a book on the way that is basically a channeled stream of her consciousness weaving poetry, story, and mystical healing revelations!
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9/27/08

In the shadows
all that was
will
to be
and
discarded yet
breaks by form and runs through the cracks seeping
a seam unraveled we
are,
as it is,
breathing in a sea of floating
garbage till it finally comes clean from
the need to be
beyond will
or grace or the need for space in a heart,
a mind,
a body blessed brilliance
fading.
No one gets out of here alive.
So loving, caring, cuddling the ease
of freely going about the streets an angel zipping through, nipping and tucking
to style a moment and make presence known before its forgot.

 

5/11/08

Walking is optional
pounding down a must
each pulse a point of reference
as I am sifting the shifting tides of lover's
minds in my hands for
reflection.

And the surface holds no clarity with all this
hustle and bustle, let me dream,
let me dream, let me dream
again to dream.

palm to palm and there is no reading,
let alone peering into the depths of why.
Open faced fingers only for a moment and then
submerge into one another's grooves.
Groove on doves cooing, I will collect the feathers
that fall to my ocean as a token for keeping
the home a fire
burning in the heart.

5/9/08

Air is escaping, flowing, going, seeping, rowing to uproot water's
footing.
I just do not know.
Cold has settled, even in this heat.
Despair is as sweet as the joy in relief.
And the air doesn't let a breath have her fill until each molecule of
water
submits to the taking.
And on and on she takes, raking the water of all that could be seen
in amorphous ambiguity.
Silence of the deafening sort, when air has gone drunk from revenge.
My hands are filled with dried seaweed, and nothing blooms.

5/9/08

I will have to clear my throat, and you will
excuse the muse its fleeing me for awhile.
And maybe there is only awe here.

Wide and unmentionable.
Shock without a wave.
Each day flips the page, and patiently I fold against myself till there
is nothing else.

Solid form built a turn into the game.
A strong structure of hope, sturdy and penetrating
It peers the surface dry, shaking the droplets from the edge.
Clearing away to glance over at you.
Bobbing up and down in the undulation
of the mother giving her life
for something else.

 

01/01/06

Truncated?
Tell me the w-hole story.
Don't forget each,
fold
the fabric took to mend the
length lost in
coming to the meaning
of things.
I am lost.
Frozen in the hour
of discontent, each
snowflake
finding home against my shivering
awareness that
the ocean stretches forth into
its own stasis.
A mirage of glistening
glitter fallen out
to where the horizon
touches dual deception,
I am frozen in conception.
Held to make the process
complete.
Each ice sheet I swim
through,
underneath,
tracing the cover
upside down.
Learning to breathe
the heavy air
trapped in viscosity.
Stronger lungs
then
can mourne
the deepest troubles
knowing captivation
at sea.

01/03/06

In the darkness,
there is something that shimmers beyond the
stretch of readiness.
A yearning to
blind the doubt and overwhelm
suspicion either
with absolute obsidian
or
the gold goblet
placed in the shine
of the new sun reflected along
ocean mirrors.
Coins whirling spun
showing both sides
as
one.

1/10/06

I am suspended hushed.
Do you know?
There is no movement but
the gentle flow
I succumb to
in my watery home.
Each breath breathed heavy
sigh, and
silent
seen to emerge
we begin to take part
in the courage
of being
a loving observer
within the myriad
of who we are.

1/12/06

Color slips forth into the night
Abandoning its earthly plight.
Unhindged, the door
to
form and circumstance
is open,
bearing the fruit
of welcoming nuances blessed
by the limitlessness.
So, color is silent of its need
to announce vibrance, off
and spread
it blends its watery way
to the fingers of lovers
waking from their sadness.
Caressing the empty spaces where
union resides.

1/13/06

I have grown nails,
unretracted, they steal away
on the bottom
of the ocean floor, dragging
the sand into grooved patterns,
following my meandering undulation
as I make my way through
this frustration.
Yes, even a mermaid becomes
obstructed.
And, although mystic, I
am in the wake of
a wondering whether
flesh exists beyond
all meaning, untouched
by Love's everlasting
embrace.
For, left
to drift here
in the unknowing grasp of
a longing let
free,
I am empty, alone
and abandoned by most notably
myself, and most
unmentionable
my Love.
Sorrow swirls about me, and tail
spun
I descend beyond these measured grooves,
into the grains, through
the molecules holding them
together,
and for now
ambiguously,
I am particle, wave, matter
and energy till
this place is familiar.
The shallows of life give way,
and each day yawns open
its mystery.

1/20/06

Alone silence finds a
space to spread.
Captured in her net, I
am her, she is me.
Resonant reciprocity.
Among the
myriad mania
manic
Miami
pulse,
I have found out
the wave.
Watching as it crashes,
soon you will be in my arms
as I am
in hers.

2/7/2006

Counting time in
sand granules
ground to
measure
the frustration
you feel
each breath away
drifted from
the contact of time
with sense skin
draped about
love's
longing
to meet
you as
you
are.

2/22/2006

Obsidian curled come
apart fanned
to frame the shots
till motion
smoke seeping
to arise
cleared
from eyes
waking up.
Bubble been
tracing the steps taken
wading into
shallows
of my territory.
Distraction, distortion,
disorientation,
come to me.
I bring you through
it
all,
so simple,
so you and eye
will take the plunge
rested, released, and realized
for the potential
we generate each time
the spy
solves
the scents beginning
back to its
origin
where all
is fecund.
Primordial pressed
restless, rejoice!
A reckoning is taking place.

3/12/06

Fallen weightless
suspended on one fin
flapping out in all
directions
as the
pivoting
giant machine launches
me
on a platform
diplayed.
Have no cause today
but peace.
You see,
its only
a Missonary hiking
the lengths to a forgotten
rest from all this
development; as they say.
Watered wide eyes
spill forth
the truth.
I am you, even though,
you do,
what you do.
Come, before its too late.
Time, relative and consistent,
can stop only if
and that possibility has passed
by the hand's compassionate
gestures,
we must all learn to dive
deeper.

6/7/06

Scales glide slide against eachother.
Smooth moves slipping sensuous so silent
in this watery way.
We are staring, you and I.
Fish to half fish, half human,
to half divine, half hide.
You and I.
We, as center of universe, pulse to protect
peace in a bubble unpoppable.
But, you and I?
Have we seen the light?
Suspended in motion we stare out
the time and taking tears for years,
are fed in this stand still till
touch,
half undone, half come
through surface tension
we make one,
on and on and on.

6/8/06

The shadows are awakening
arresting the persuit
to end truth's path to the door of perception.
In the dark outstretched hands of a silouette,
there is wisdom to be found lining
the edges where light
escapes through.
Blessed be this play of contrasts and
contours lending to the amorphous perpetual
transformational nature of all
in one.
You one in all,
and I in you
one
with all.
Splash, I have you wrapped
scale to scale, heart to heart,
breathing the parts to whole.

6/9/06

Vowel out the sonic
developement refracted contracted
and coalescing each atom to
its rightful probability perceptually
placing possibility with in
the eye of Divinity's Storm.
There's a reason for the season,
so wash it, burn it, freeze it till
it dies.
Cleanse out the Chaos Chord Chorus
harmonizing each Organized Order
to
its eventual border with my knowledge of right and
wrong.
I am strong, I can take it.
So give me more.
More of your this so we can have that,
more of that so this can come back.
I want till I need till it aches beyond the sea.
We are past the pressing on point, now
there is momentum.
Catch hold of your beat, and rhythm
has a street for your feet to traipse about
sauntering to where I live in the home of homes,
beyond what you forgot.

6/10/06

Once more reunion holds open the door.
Walk through my love, and I will be yours.
You are mine, even without the time it takes
to collapse the doubt, distress, and desire.
So, now what of acceptance?
Each perception placed like trophies on your desk,
admired, yet mired in the regret of not seeing the
whole from the parts.
The one from the all, and the all
in this one heart beating for you
always without fear through fear's screeching halt.
It is not your fault, come through the layers held
tight by routine, each step ascended,
bubbles, and light.
Crawling up from the weight in practicing something
over and over and over again,
interrupt the patterned prison etching its cage
along your longing.
I am hear and here and waiting with passion's
peace encircled love swirls to the surface,
shimmering effervescence and phosphorescent wonder.

6/21/06

You are amazed at what I splay out
spray forth speckled
till congealed into whole opal
I am your know, your grace, your fold.
Each aching pressed against the lonely surrender of a
longing that goes beyond the possible confines of this
half breath society. Give me your full lung sigh.
You have heaved your sorrow up and over this tomorrow
I
revolve for your making.
Each beauty that is cast forth into the nets of the
unborn wakes the truth and calms
the
thunder of destructive
ingenuity.
I am your gratuity.
Banged against the hall of mirrors
till shattered by the shrieking
you begged yourself to live,
I stood in waiting.
I am your soul flailing, a yawn abating, the curse
lifting,
the cure contemplating each step in the
right direction.
Just follow the yellow scaled tail, my precious
pretty, each band plays the song of your heart till
your heart learns to sing.
I am a fling that lasts forever.

6/30/06

In the dark of dawn unmet yet,
I am crawling blind.
Lost behind the pace it takes with
two legs to cross the length
of coming apart
to let
you
in,
I am longing to be what I am not.
A tail is a tale for two who
sip their drinks slowly
swirling the fantasy of mating
to surrender seepingly
so languid sensual sense is
ignited till all the pleasure and
pain of life is consumed in its
hungry fire.
Burned till ash lines the flower beds.
Tombs don't do well underwater.
Tunes on the other hand,
travel far.
I will sing the song
of dawn unmet yet,
till sun kissed waves crest another
form for imagining the possible.

8/21/06

In the dead there is a pulse,
as the water envelops their longing to live.
I am give
gone bad till
you had
your hands
on my slippery sense
of succumb.
So rotund is done in the life
of matter without animation
as it bends to propulsion
for water gains
in the spaces it inhabits.
I inhabit you till
on que we flew through
the chaos into lead sunk
deeper than it felt for
the mirage of emerge
has better things to do than to
tempt.
Be the real you seek.

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