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I am a THUNDERSTORM
Booming through your life
Throwing hateful water at your parched spaces

You felt the wind and it soothed you at first
A quiet reminder that you are not alone

Energizing the stillness
Calling the creatures to life

YOU WANT TO LIVE ALIVE

You dream of open spaces
For the insistent wind to envelop you
Sweep you into a new configuration

Vicious electricity
First starts as a rumble in the distance
A slightly angry growl on the horizon

THE SKY IS GETTING DARK

The wind whips and beckons
Sweeps the trees around you
Calls you to step out and feel more

And then the first drop falls
A bullet at bare skin
Heavy, pregnant with fear

The sky lights up with diamonds
And instantaneously assaults the ground
With anger and delight

Energy is raining down upon you
You drink the essence of every drop
A promise of nourishment fills your every cell

YOUR THIRST WILL BE QUENCHED

The sky wants to explode and
Crash through your walls
Leave you soaked and
Washed clean

Open arms, drenched
Free and full of life
You can commune with the gods
of anger face to face

THE SPACE OF A STORM

Rises on the horizon
Observe the light chasing
You are a new creation

Dirt to mud
Fire to ash
Evolution
Encompassing

THE CONQUEST OF FEAR

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my heart is not a pizza
eight greasy slices
scarfed down in a famished fit

YOU DO NOT HAVE TO RUSH TO GRAB THE LAST SLICE

my love is infinite and growing
five omnipotent dimensions
even with a world to care for
i am completely yours

the search begins

Ever feel like there’s no place for you in this world?
I think it’s time to start building a place, somewhere.

If anyone has available land, let me know.

ooooooh!

OPEN WIDE
and let it in
the rush of an anxious world
flowing through you like an eight-lane speedway
out of control
speeding much too fast
on wet roads

word to the wise…

A lesson about Productivity: It’s hard to conquer the world in your bathrobe.

take it in

I can feel my body pulsating, breathing in….
Every atom wants to be conscious, fully aware.

Am Dam

As I struggled against the tightening shell, the cries were unavoidable. The armor had outlived its purpose, it was time for it to go, but it managed to cling on tighter out of habit.

“LET ME GO!” I screamed from beneath the breastplate.

It did not release me.

The holes I had carved let in enough light to see the world around, full of color and completeness. I chipped away at the metal skin to get a better view, maybe free a hand to touch….

lighters’ lament

The holiday shopping is done, the presents are mostly wrapped….so why do I feel so empty?

Where is love?
Why is love?
How is love?

Disconnection is the primary cause of tears.

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pagantaoistjewishbuddhistchristianwitch

i am not a moonie.

connect

i have some amazing things to share with you … the past few days have been very enlightening. you came to mind tonight as i was dancing … we were moving like atoms, bouncing across the floor, CONNECTING, and i knew that the essence of GOD, of all life can be found in the energy within us and our ability to CONNECT to the world. LOVE is that connection, our ability to openly touch the universe and all beings within it. the absence of love is the absence of life is the absence of god … humans build up the toughest armor through the years, but children have an innocent touch and wonder for creation, the purest of love. our goal, as humans, is to widen our scope but retain that pure, loving connection.