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long walk on a lazy saturday morning
companionable silence, flecked with the
occasional comment, observation
mostly silence, each of us in our own space
always, as always, filled up with each other

as we walk an eagle magically soars
above our heads, we take it in,
as we absorb the view, the ocean
the peace we feel inside

as we sit and linger at the end of the walk
on a large red rock
i ask you to put out into the universe
my desire
for a single eagle feather
because you understand my desires
and because you are magical yourself
you do

we reluctantly leave the rock and it’s view
and on those last steps to home
there it is, like a gift from the eagle herself
a feather so beautiful it takes our breath away

I painted a mixed media piece called “Blue Light“.  Copper foil, beads, raw canvas, acrylic and cheese cloth, it was a reflection on my favorite parts of the day.

Just before the sun goes completely down, and just before it comes up in the morning, it has a special blue glow. When i am able to witness it, it is magical.

One night 5 months and 13 days ago, i slept out all night on a beach in PTown with a friend. We watched the blue light together. The earth shifted on it’s axis that night for both of us. There were no words spoken, no acknowledgment of it till later… this a poem i wrote about it.

as i lay under the
star flecked sky
the ocean as my
horizon
beside you
arms around you
i breathed it in
deeply
to the core of me
an amazing
sensation of
being suspended
in time, and space
grounded by
your breath
hot on my back
your arms
holding me
close

in this sea cocoon
time stood still

Thought, Universal identity, oriented to self-knowledge

This is the crown chakra that relates to consciousness as pure awareness. It is our connection to the greater world beyond, to a timeless, spaceless place of all-knowing.

When developed, this chakra brings us knowledge, wisdom, understanding, spiritual connection, and bliss.

a poem my girl sent me, think it speaks volumes to spiritual journeys

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.

– Rumi, 13th century poet and mystic

i am connected to the divine source of the universe. I am light, i trust 

morning light
brightens the room
and you beside me
your gentle breath
rising and falling

you stir and
come into my
waiting arms
whispering words
of love
sweetly
into my ear

this the most
wonderful moment
of each day

i lay my hand
on your heart
our spirits join
as one

and so begins
each new day

when we lay
in silence
no words between us
there is such
peace and comfort
there

the realization
of how little we need
words to express
thoughts, feelings

the space between us
says it all

silence gives strength
to the words
eventually spoken

When i think
of the idea of
us
there is
no shape
no form
no notion

simply
the idea of
hearts
and spirits
coming together
in freedom
in love
in passion

There are no
boundaries
to push against
no paths
to be taken
there is
simply
an us
as liquid
as the sea

wake up every day with childlike joy

we have those poetry fridge magnets. With a house full o boys, the messages are typically pretty rude, but as i was limping around cooking my supper tonight, i spotted one that was worth noting:

be never moon but a goddess

to rub up against it till i break the skin