Black Coffee Mornings

Indulging an addiction from London dayscaught in the grindbeneath a matrix hazethen a spell was spunthat swept me afarwhere the dark night dawnedrevealing truth, in the lairof a shaman’s dena ceremonial vowbringing whispers from the etherinto the here and nowa bending realitycast us betweenthe folds of conscious knowinglife not as it seemedas night blends toContinue reading “Black Coffee Mornings”

Ritual for Rebirth

remember that each day, is a new day; may the light of your inner Sun, forever guide your way… May the light of the Sun shine his radiance down filling our hearts, ’till the fears have flown And tears, dried by the heat of a steady, loving, fierce heart-beat The truth evades, for we cannotContinue reading “Ritual for Rebirth”

As One

I opened my eyes After years of never truly seeing And I looked to the stars Those radiant beacons As caught, in a cloud Of swirling Aztec incense  I felt the ancient song Of a hundred pixies drumming Then through falling embers I saw us dancing In tune to the Earth’s wisdom Sweet Mother ofContinue reading “As One”

Spirit Guide

When we learn to surrender into the complete unknown When we melt into the here and the now When we let go of all expectations and attachments… That is where the magic happens How we grow our inner strength Connect to the radiance within ourselves And find home, within the heart in the realms ofContinue reading “Spirit Guide”

Onward Bound

I pack my things, to close this chapter; a door on all, I left behind. The nights I tossed in this bed as I witnessed my death, over and over; felt the vicious pain of a wounded mother, a sick child, and a lost father. But I took that hurt, I whispered it love andContinue reading “Onward Bound”

Storm of the Ego

I watch you play In the shadows of my night When my body is weak From my heart’s fading beat You strengthen, and you fight With your desperate, angry claws Vying for attention To sate that hunger deep   But I see right through your pain I see the child there Crying out for loveContinue reading “Storm of the Ego”

Shifting seasons

The air is breathing, short and sharp with the freshness of its chill. The days are starting to feel the premature cut to their lazy long glory of summertime. And I’m feeling the bite of the cold, like the affections of a lover whose touch is no longer desired, whose presence is a distraction fromContinue reading “Shifting seasons”