Moonlight Medicine

elevator heart race

2011-02-07T01:34:00.000-08:00

Elevate your heart rate

Take it to the 11^th floor

And drop it off the balcony

Then you will know

What this love is

own me?

2010-12-08T11:36:00.000-08:00

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I am recreating patters of rainbow

On the dashboard of my mind

The mirrors are slanted just right

To catch the kidnapped light

I am a reoccurring dream

In the vast dreamscape of god

How does one measure a space slot?

Can you find me in a where’s waldo book

Or in this waldo like world of strangers

I’m the one with nothing on but a mass of book pages

I wear no shoes but my own two feet

And have no reverence for the sages

For I am them and they are me

So why create illusions of separation?

I have no time of clock or wine

To pour over the cheese

I am an elephant made of mushrooms

So eat me if you please

Help yourself to my adoring lover

He’s actually a she

She loves to romp in slimy swamps

And makes me falafels under the sea

The rain drops hard and I’m losing my yard

It’s washing out from under me

Through the gate and into the street

A revolt of true liberty

For how does one own the land

The earth, it’s she who owns me

born again

2010-12-08T11:15:00.001-08:00

Your smile is made of pearls

Not your teeth or the grin you fake

But your smirk beneath

I can’t help but find an attraction

As a distraction

When your smiling through

Your eyes

I try to lie

Through my feet

But the ground is abounding

and I’m falling through

The fault lines

Giving up was never a part

Of the plan

But my guts

Are twisting

Not allowing

You to go away

You left so long ago

You were never mine

But before we were born

Our love was sworn

And meeting you again

In this body that’s hardly me

My heart is dying

For you to recognize and see

I’m waiting patiently

Stranger remember please

I’m the love you lost

Before you were born

Again

box of photographs

2010-12-08T11:13:00.000-08:00

I have a box of photographs

That stretch from here to there

Of times we never shared

They are hidden in my drawer

Under my underwear

That you never saw

Standing naked

A little scared

I open the box inside the drawer

Before I go to see the sunrise

Over your campsite

I swear to never stand there

I hold the knife you never

Told me to use

And cut off all my hair

Dawn is crackling through the dark

Like wildfire sparks fly

I’m alive wishing you were here

To pine under pine trees

Isn’t good for your bones

It makes them brittle and unstable

But your heart rebuilds my skeleton

All Before dawn turns today

I have your heart in mine

They sync up

Before every rhyme

I cry and yours weeps

You scream and I hold my lips shut

To not make a peep

Keep me prisoner

I’ll wait alone

Beneath this fog

For your coming home

illumination

2010-05-12T17:18:00.000-07:00

illuminating

i find this life illuminating

like a feather lit my the sun behind

carrying the bird higher

toward the light

poof

2010-04-12T19:36:00.000-07:00

I had an incredibly alarming thought stopping thought today, “I am going to die” my inner voice screeched as I read through the top 100 things to do before you die list. I even stopped reading. If you had told me that immediately after my first breath of oxygenated air I would have screamed in your face. There is a poof ball on the top of my hat that is loosing pieces of the yarn slowly and the more pieces that fall out the easier it is for them to leave, pretty soon my poof ball on the top of my hand knit hat will no longer exist and no one will know that it used to. My purple poof ball made of yarn will be like a phantom limb that only I can feel as I move my head from side to side, no familiar soft thud on my crown, silence. Only my friends that knew the hat with the poof ball acknowledge it’s absence. I wonder if anyone ever looks at my hat and thinks that hat would look so much better with a poof ball on the top. This is all a small paragraph of a metaphor if you haven’t got that already, I am comparing the earth to my hat and the poof ball to my life, except the only problem with this metaphor is after I die, the hat will still exist but my head will not, therefore the earth will not be as round.

10 Life Lessons Learned From a Grove of Giant Sequoias

2010-02-26T21:21:00.000-08:00

I did not write this but i really liked it

In the hushed silence of the forest deep within Sequoia National Forest, life lessons were whispered from amazing heights as these elderly giants grew magnificently heavenward.

1. Be ever observant and aware of the Majesty that surrounds you.

2. A spirit of wonder and childlike delight will serve you and your community in ways that an adult may not understand until taking action and dwelling deeply in this spirit.

3. Beauty of this magnitude is effortless. It manifests simply by being, not by striving or struggling.

4. Growth continues over time, whether the life span is 15 years, 50 years, 85 years or 2,000 years, like the oldest Sequoias. When growth stops, breath stops.

5. Surrounding yourself with others who share a similar mission and message will increase the effectiveness of each one of you. You will encourage each other's growth, support each other's vision and purpose, and in allowing each other to be who you were meant to be, the outcome is a masterpiece that could not be accomplished as a solo act.

6. Choose the soil you plant your seed in carefully. Sequoias need a very specific soil to root in and remain healthy. Tend your soil. Plant yourself with loving care, not fearful acceptance of what is offered.

7. Delight in hospitality as you share what you offer to people who come to enjoy and learn from you. Spread your beauty and knowledge. Allow others to bask in your shade, soak up your radiance and take lots of notes and pictures.

8. Give shelter and comfort with care and compassion. Invite people to become empowered to their own brand of greatness, without expectation. Gratefully receive the same from someone else in your circle of friends and associates.

9. Remain steadfast and deeply rooted. Do not follow fads or false teachers. Listen carefully. Dance with the wind but do not be swayed by it.

10. Believe that the qualities you possess are truly magnetic. People will be amazed. They will travel for miles to hear the message: to see it, touch it, dwell in it, and breathe it in, deeply.

elastic is plastic

2010-02-22T19:40:00.000-08:00

I am wearing pants that hurt my thighs

and i wonder why

quietly to myself

in this space of silence

as i forgive myself

i slowly sit

unable to move or surrender

to the tightly knit words

that strangle my hips

when these cords that strike

make me put up a fight

i lie to myself again

suspended in the cob web

of life

it isn't the corn i'm waiting for

it's the music behind your eyes

or the solitude i find

when you're nowhere to be found

emotions toward feeling

falling endlessly in love

with no gap for breathing

makes me wonder if time lapses south of my mind

hungry for more than food

a stillness is stuck like dirt

under my fingernails

i can't quite scratch my own back

beginning is the hardest part

of living, creating and dying

my heart is oozing water on fire

and my body responds by burying itself

deep in the earth beneath that old oak

you know the one

she's outside your window in the sun

open the glass to let her whisper

in your ear as you fall asleep

with tight pants on

she loves you

as you do too

rainfakin

2010-02-01T14:11:00.000-08:00

mushcalaka
some days you wake up with the
notion that the ocean is rising
and you wonder
behind your third eye
if you have more than 3 eyes
but the time is running out
and its cyclical
so that means
it's been derailed
if your footprint is left in my shower
then i might as well
take a mudbath
but tonight is no time for galavanting about
it's a new season I created
just for this occasion it's called rainfakin
the space and time between the snow and spring showers
that bring all those flowers you folks know
it's the fog through the spinning oaks that leaves moss
on all the sidewalks
its slippery enough to fall
but nowhere near the soaking wet
of winter's long stall
the fog hugs the hills like my mother wears her quilts
her glasses hung on her pinky
as the book slides off her thighs
eyes tight mouth wide and leaking
its the feeling of the land today
tired and can't quite stay awake
i live near sleepy hallow
afterall

fear

2009-11-12T02:38:00.000-08:00

Phobia: ouranophobia

Fear of: heaven

our fears grow

when our minds wander from our hearts

once outside the gates

they appear strong and menacing

once inside

they are invisible and imaginary

Holding

2009-11-05T23:02:00.000-08:00

circles are round squares

a corner measures

a circle dances

in motion always flowing

with the creative lotion

of commotion

here is the dancing fiasco

its like a tractor with wings

hard and bustling full of equipment

of ever present restricted freedom

you cannot deny the fire

that resides within

a sun blarring through smoke

is a danger sign for the fumigators

that live in the water

watch out

they bite hard

a flamingo is pink

with a beak

but you are purple

and soo temptatious

a dessert is sweet like your smile

but its been a while

i sit and linger

not pointing a finger

a blessing in this moment

is all i can ask for

my throat is raspy

i keep grasping for the lust of more

and my desire turns to dust

as i find the sole purpose of wishing

is to manifest a object

which you will later roll into the compost

to feel it disintegrate

but you

were the one to integrate

the greatness to begin with

sit back and watch the poetry pass

its only a sound you create meaning

let your thoughts flow

let it all go

you have nothing to hold on to

even your breath doesn't last

fuel is used

recycled for another

and you can never own anything

capitalists will smash

their teeth and eyebrows together

grinding grinding

and they don't make flour

pick a flower

and watch it die

or let it grow

seedlings drop

and create more

you collect every seed you ever find

but have they ever touched the earth

since the storage bind?

i love you

for your caring nature

thats why its called nurture

your a creative loving creator

and i will always pick up run over

butterflies near the solid double yellow

lines as cars fly by

funkydunk

2009-11-04T21:58:00.000-08:00

duuude theres a whisper of perfection

its called your reflection

don't you realize these lies of perception

their collecting connections

of beauty

i remember our halloween tree

before thanksgiving

the saints they martyred me

i'm blessed to be

its a secret i keep

a hallow thought is a lost lot of ice cream

melting through space

a floating puddle of sugar and cream

once again

a cleanse

purification lens

photo realism is a trend

my mind

is surreal and so are my thoughts

lets let surr-reality

recreate our dreams

in waking things

objects made of string

clay cookies baking infinite beings

light bodies ascend

like climbing a tree

closer to reality

a swing of emotion

a constant wave ocean

of being and not

not being

and seeing

truly believing

a sour fate of false relating

and infinite oneness where

even a plate is a close relative

its like ice skating

calmly gliding

or hockey

being knocked to your knees

where your nose is the skate

you can relate

either way you know

you are the way

to your fate

kookaburra

2009-10-30T02:01:00.000-07:00

kookaburra sitting in the beautiful marsh tree

ducks wade and splash their laughter at me

tears streaming down my face

i brush off the itch of pace

and allow myself to be

rolling around on the floor of the earth

i didn't think you'd find me alone in the dirt

a camera flash

and past is past

death to the lingering

egos laugh

you and me are like this tree

roots in the mud

branches in the sun

a fish flying through the sky

and a bird dripping ripples

water lily ties

a dream of a crystal skull

pulses pain and power through my right brain

my left has been unanswered

green light fuses through my cerebral cortex

and all i can do is jump

flight is effortless when lying down

its like a movie screen with more surround sound

thoughts are pictures that float around town

i can hear you now

stop and be spirals

you'll see what i mean

i'm not a child

until i'm unclean

obscene

a child is true light beam

heart light from the cave

green reflections of dreams

turquoise healing waters

float away on inner tubes of peace

toothpaste mistakes

make for complicated debates

of toothaches and cavities

beyond rotting fate

alone i can equate

reflections one can relate

to this inner time

alone so sly

a booming beyond high

and then its all nigh

floating like a feather

as simple as fresh ginger

a root relate

Unlimited Possibilities

2009-10-11T15:01:00.000-07:00

painting by autumn skye morrison

*Quantum Theory Simplified*

Your consciousness affects the behavior of subatomic particles

Particles move backwards as well as forwards in time and appear in all possible places at once

The universe splits into parallel universes in which all possible events occur

*Quantum Theory Even More Simplified*

Question: "Is an electron a wave or a particle?"

Answer: "Yes"

Question: "Is the electron here or is it there?"

Answer: "Yes"

Question: "Which came first; the chicken or the egg?"

Answer: "Yes"

Residual movement

2009-10-10T13:58:00.000-07:00

holes little tiny holes

filter through my ideas

like sifting powdered sugar

received a massage last night that opened my mind

as well as body

happy to be

just be

doing is

being does

allowing my time

to mold into spacious jelly like

trees

branching through worlds from above

to below its time to grow

smoke rises

diaphragm extends from my toes

to the tip of my spine

tingles through my pudding padded piggies

creeping up crawling out my crown

i sigh to release old memories

alone

happiness is shared

and justified through loud silence

laughing i take in a breath of contentment

choking on the stillness

i cough up the vibrational residue of movement

as my body spirals through time

i rest in constant change

and smile as they shoot a missile at the moon

2009-10-08T14:56:00.000-07:00

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.” ~ AnAis NiN

Dragonfly

2009-10-08T01:48:00.000-07:00

Eternally suspended

in flight your eyes grow wide

eye

mimic your sight

green black golden light

your wings beat faster as my heart races after

longing for a disaster to strike

anything to break this fight between worlds

the present of life

my fingers grip my pockets diving deep

to ground through my feet

roots of red blood sprout forth like tsunamis that engulf

land islands masses

i remember the shattered glasses

a flitter a twitter

and my heart beat flutters

to the wings of light

i gasp and grasp onto and out of

the stillness of time

was i even breathing?

the cyclical measurement nods and sighs

a turn of the galactic channel

and i'm back on my bike

riding into sunshine

as the day falls into night

twilight twinkles

kiss my wrinkled little nose

and my lips part as amber sun streams

through my bicycle spokes

the flying dragon glistens in the corner of my eye

as she dives and spirals through the wind

we both fly

down the hill in

and out of time