Boom Bloom

What do you see when your eyes close?
The day turns pink and the night goes.
What do you feel when you lick the horizon?
Tantalizing tangy rainbows dance on my tongue.

It stays only for a few moments
but lasts for years inside my heart.
Each time it arrives, each time it goes,
a never-ending cycle of joy that grows and grows.

It can’t stop, won’t stop, no matter what,
so some days, I’m like, “What the fuck.”
Because it’s so beautiful, breathtaking and mesmerizing,
I look around and feel so found.

Who is this for, these words here.
Just me, only me, but maybe you too.
I am inspired not by what you want to hear,
but what I need to say, let’s keep that clear.

I’ll walk this walk, follow my feet,
and listen only to these beats.
I’ll watch the water and the sun
as they call me, it’s so much fun.

I get my kicks from storms and sticks
produced by my friends, Mr. Weather and Miss Tree.
Their words bring truth like not nothing else,
we laugh and ponder things that light the sky.

I sing and watch the berries bleed
into my sink, after I soak them to the brink.
I dip them in chocolate heating on the stove,
because today’s menu requires no think.

I wander hoping to not talk to a soul,
it fills my cup and then a bucket.
I release the excess, and say “fuck it”
anonymous today please, that’s the goal.

These words fit just like new shoes,
I must litter the pages as I speak in hues.
I want to dance and flutter without hearing you mutter,
but it’s ok if you tend to sometimes stutter.

Today was such a good day,
my seagull told me the funniest joke.
I spit out my tea and thought I might choke,
is there a better way?

I sing to myself and release it all,
I look at the gifts that surround us
and it pisses me off that you take them for granted,
so all of your takings, I use, and let them know.

That I appreciate you, and you and you.
I see you, hear you, know you, follow you.
I give to you, watch you, ask you, I listen.
Everything they take, I give back.

I will equal the field when things unbalance,
I will let you know that you are loved,
I will remind you that you are seen,
I will embody what you need and flow it to you with speed.

I feel the boom inside your bloom,
and there’s lots of room.
My passion will restore you,
that you can always assume.

Send Me an Angel

On the cusp of something miraculous
said the angel to the girl.
What if you held out your palm
and drew a line in the center, in a swirl.

Keep the line going around and around.
I am the utensil you choose to draw with,
I am your devoted one, we are always bound.
Let me tickle your hand, stay open and not stiff.

I will carry you when there’s no one left,
I will tell you what you need to hear.
I will help you shine brighter on days you are bereft.
We walk together, not alone, side by side my dear.

You may not see me, or know I am ever near.
But fret not, because you can call on me and I will appear,
in my special way to comfort, guide and soothe you.
To ease your mind, I drift in and out, you’ll never be blind.

When you walk, I am watching.
When you sing, I am dancing.
When you cry, I am understanding.
When you run, I am flying.

When we are alone in the forest or by the sea,
it is when I can see you the best, you are so clear to me.
The beauty that you are, just in your form,
makes me so happy you chose this, to be born.

Because when you came here, we came together,
and our journey has been the greatest pleasure.
I can not think or imagine a truer or more loving home
than the one we have, yours and mine, it is our own.

I have loved you and will keep loving you
under all weights, all circumstances, through all barriers.
You are my reason and why the sky is blue.
Your ocean of love reflects up so high, it even carries me through.

I am your angel and there is nothing that can separate us.
When the seasons change and the wind stops,
when the rain starts and the sun drops,
I am endless for you, promised to you, no need for any props.

We can do just fine us two you know…
And you do know, because you’ve already told me so.
In that secret little wish, under your breath that day when you quietly said,
“All I need is my angel, thank you for saving me.”

Here I am and here I stay.
There you are, I hear you pray.
Let’s love today, this one very day.
For we have each other, blessed we are, I must say.

Old Soul

Old soul here is a story.

You came to me, I came to you, today in this time because our souls were together once before in a past time. You feel what you do, I feel what I do because we have felt this before. It’s something inside of us that is familiar, but also beyond both of us. I know you, you know me.

We were together on a ship out at sea.

There were many others on the ship and there were catastrophic storms, illnesses and grief. We latched onto each other and took to work holding, healing, tending to, and protecting the ones around us during hardship. We were the strong ones looking out for them.

As the winds blew, the ship rocked, the waves surmounting the boat, the rain torrentially hitting, soaking, freezing, we did not stop. We saved many fellow shipmen, but some we could not. I always felt deep pain for the ones we lost. The pain lasted weeks, months, from not being able to save them all. It’s why I am who I am.

At the end of each treacherous day, you and I would comfort each other. After giving our energy, using our resources, applying our care, we would sit down in a corner. A special corner. This is a memory I am not sure why and how I have but it’s there. Wet, cold, hungry and embraced.

We would sit in this corner under a blanket drinking in each other’s warmth. I was huddled inside you, your arms wrapped around me and we were inside a cocoon regenerating one another’s vibration. Protecting ourselves from those around us for just a moment, to stop, to breathe, to give one another comfort and solace. We were tired. So exhausted from fighting the storms, battling the rages and helping to keep the ship afloat so everyone felt as safe as possible. Hoping always to make it to that wondrous shore off in the distance. Land. Sand. Trees. Fresh water. Land animals. A better life. The two of us were nominated the care takers of this ship, the givers, the knowers and the bringers of light and humour during fearful times. We wore the badges proudly.

The day we met in this life, before thinking, before knowing, I gave you a glass of water out of instinct and it was the only thought, the only action, the only understanding that I had in that moment that felt necessary. I must give him water to drink.

It has so much meaning to me now after being reunited with this story. When I looked at you it was as if I had quenched your thirst before and this was just a reenactment of where we had once been. It is a story written many, many years ago and it’s why, we will always be connected and protecting each other from wherever we are during whatever storms we may face. We are experienced and we are stronger because of one another.

It’s why letting go feels strange.

Because we were latched so tightly, so deeply, and in such meaningful position and purpose once before, that deep inside it’s a recognition difficult to separate from. But it is wonderful to know and to understand. There is beauty in it. But letting go of it, doesn’t undo what we did, what we have, and the impact we made. Remembering being in that corner of the ship with you, it carries me, reminds me and sends me forward with a force that I am blessed to have.

This story is not untrue.

It is the very truth of a past life experience that I have ever felt and known. The ship, the people, the blanket, the cold, the rain, the waves, the storms, the raging sea, the darkness, the light, the stars, the stillness, it’s all a part of me. And it is a part of you.

The way the moon and its light cared for us, directing our path and leading us exactly here. You are drawn to look up at the sky as am I. It’s what we did. We knew we were being guided well by the stars and so still, we are. We trust and we know.

I hope this story brings to you the feelings and sensations that it brings to me. Deep wisdom, peace, ignited spiritual energy and the most powerful resilience there is.