in the hours of after
within the focused now, the rain falls slow, springtime blessings,
switch the soundtrack to a stormy solvency
if ther was nowhere left to go, but here would you pay the price of transit fare, awaken through false pretense, embrace the catalyst within...

i was never one of those girls, with her heart visibly upon her sleeve
...always veiled it w/ incognito fabrics, flowing and satin that barely touched the skin beneath them.
....yet still it was ever there, like nipples under a dress, a breeze bringing to attention their exquisite existence...
the heart makes a silent imprint on all whom i touch,
as their imprint is also upon me,
sometimes like a lingering scent,
sometimes a casual whiff of curiosity..
...&never being evident in sensitivity,
i always admired those with an effusive and open temperament
firey dispositions and charismatic transparency.
 it's a gift to determine the most successful way to live under the weight of understanding,
wading through the growth and the lessons
and teaching the heart nothing, ( we are foolish to believe we truly can.
the heart is its own marching band, the bass line a powerful magnetic funk
( &regardless of how well you believe you protect that sleeve, always finds its way back to that place of naked ambition.
finds its way to rise, to unconditonally strive, to surrender without any suspicion of wavering affection.
when does the time come in your life,
when you realize its time to get naked- strip away the articles of fashion that adorn those places in which your heart makes its home
sets up camp
if its on sleeves- go sleeveless
& just wear it like a warrior's armor.
naked but for that lovecharged uniform of courage and grace.

newmoons and downstreaming

on the heels of the new moon the energy flows abundant, infusing momentum, entering untapped arenas of life-giving space... breathe into the now and recall no instances in which you were troubled by the never-ceasing persistence of time,
....timeless are the moments in which you recognize the utter absurdity of it all, the perfection of each flaw, each countered by flourish in the light of an accepting perspective.

each day arises like it was never scorned, never insulted nor degraded nor cursed for being 'the worst'
never begrudging, never holding you to account for your previous ungratefulness.

as assuredly as the earth vibes upon its axis through the journey of the night,
...each never-failing dawn loyally returns to bring comfort to the casualties of tomorrow (  if only they'd notice 'now, their status would improve. )
from casualty to casual...
stay nonchalant, nonattached, nimble in your wit, humble in your words, as most certainly you will be expected to confidently stand behind them.
there is no room for arrogance in the quest to live with meaning.
seems we struggle though regardless, with countless bouts of ego, mindfulness counters, yet still, it slips in - n' while unannounced or uninvited, it's ego all the same.
confrontation of the issues which bind it to existence, will deliver reprieve from the energetic leakage of self-consciousness, of desirous-ness, of spiritual emptiness, of greed and anger and suffering and want- for these are vices that hold no principle to the truth of what's divine.
be instead full, grateful for the smallest measure of insight, the wildest measure of intrigue, as the truest measure of character shines in the capacity for courage.