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Darkness Of the Heart

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A dark shadow of my heart

whispers about a plunge into ignorance.

Its dagger stabs me deep.

 

My heart breaks and I hear myself cry.

It is in my trembling voice

while I’m talking about other things.

I become use to it

and no longer question its existence.

 

I dance the best I can

moving in energy that haunts me. 

Gracefulness does not serve me

for blood spilt on the floor is slippery.

Thankfully, red looks good on me.

 

Mission Juxtaposition

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Captain Bob called me on the phone and asked, “Would you like to go on a mission?”

“Of course” I heard myself say.

“Can you come right now?”

“Yes,” I lied just a little.  I’d have to cancel a few activities.

“So, what are we doing?”

Captain Bob explained, “Thick fog is rolling in, it’ll be a good night for a search mission. It’s going to be cold and wet. Do you have warm clothes to bring?

“Yes”, I lied just a little again.  When I moved south, I gave away all my warm clothes. I couldn’t bare those memories. They were like a wall, visible and so very dark. I shivered all the way to the dock.

Captain Bob was waiting on his tugboat, Juxtaposition.

It was not much to look at but the tug had a calming, healing presence.

Captain cautioned, “Tonight will be busy, could get messy.”

 

Three Ring Circus (for anyone experiencing a lonely pause)

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In traditional pantomime and wearing an oversized tramp outfit,

 Charlie Chaplin’s look-a-like waddles towards us.

We laugh as he bends into the water barrel to take a drink.

His simple antics remind us to enjoy the moment.

Charlie is in awe at clowns throwing bright, luminous lights in the air.

Masterfully they juggle three, four and five orbs simultaneously.

 

A clown drives a cart with monkeys who light fire loops around the ring.

Charley panics and orbs conk him on the head.

He reminds us not to take ourselves too seriously,

enjoy simple things and stay grounded in breath and water. 

Waddling frantically, Charlie tries to put a fire out

with a ladle of water but the monkeys just light it again.

 

Between shuttles, Charlie becomes tangled and falls head first into the water barrel.

All we can see are skinny legs waving frantically

and oversized shoes on wrong feet.

Agnes the elephant comes to his rescue.

She drains the whole water barrel with her trunk and sprays the fires out . . .

creating a ring of smoke and mirrors.  

 

Stepping into the second ring,  

Charley starts fresh with dignity intact.

The Fat Lady Sings

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The Fat Lady Sings 11:11  12:12  12:21

 

“Ladies and Gentleman, Children of all Ages, It is a great honor to introduce the last act of our Ascension Circus.

Before bringing her on, I ask, “How does one describe Divinity?”  Breathing taking? Yes. Sensual? Yes, May I also include, “ Courageous, expansive and Vaudeville with a slight penchant for the outrageous!

She wears the spotlight like an ermine coat.  Simply heavenly.

Without further adieu, Ladies and Gentleman, . . . singing with a voice of an angel . . . . . . I present to you, Miss Divine!

 

A soft spotlight highlights Miss Divine’s sensual entrance. 

She wears a lavish, flowing lavender gown and white gloves up to her elbows.  Her voluminous silver hair sports a sparkling diamond tiara.  Brightly pink-feathered boa graces her full shoulders.  A plunging neckline is laced with strands of diamonds and pearls.

With her graceful physical movements, display of color and texture, Miss Divine considers her large curvy body a work of art, a masterpiece.  Energetically, she moves her huge hips in a shimmy dance.

In childhood excitement, Divinity encapsulates abundance, grace and style.

 

Divinity is comfortable with us.

Tilting her head to the side, she lifts her left shoulder. Puckering up her red lips, she blows kisses and bats her long fake eyelashes. She dips down, revealing generous cleavage and then comes up with both arms extended outward in great delight. The crowd goes wild, responding in hoots, laughter, and applause; Divinity is inviting us to immerse ourselves in life.

 

Music begins with a lone flute wavering in and out.

Off in the corner, clowns, dressed in boas, make bubbles by blowing through wands.

Solstice of the North Shadow

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It is within my shadow that I love to dwell.

Darkness and frigid cold air comforts me.

As spirit of the Northern Winter Solstice,

I invite you to explore your own shadow

lurking in spaces not visited for so long,

it seems like another age.

 

Twirling in winter storms has made me bold but after 26,000 long years, series of processions over 13 zodiac signs and five cycles later,

I’m at a crossroad.

Holding my breath, I tiptoe pass the sign leading to the underworld.

A window sits directly on the horizon and I take a peek.

There, the Galactic soul gazes into my eyes and extends his hand.

We embrace.

 

Gaia Integrated 12/3/12

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Gaia is unique. She holds genetics of

wildlife, fauna, oceans, and skies that create diversity.

Her feelings reflect soulful

aspects of seven billion heroes.

Holding space in a duality so extreme,

enormous range of emotions are experienced

unlike anywhere else. Only brave souls are here.

 

Energy waves burst from the galactic center

pulsing awareness and creative codes to the stars.

Helios smiles and his vast system becomes lighter.

Gaia’s collective awakens.

We remember we are in this together. 

Agnes of Africa (Poem about Letting Go)

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Agnes Of Africa

 

Agnes’s ancient black eyes are nested with wisdom,

her dark complexion is carved with deep wrinkles.

She is dearly loved and is the heart of our Ascension Circus.

Her long, elephant ears are the shape of Africa.

In another time, Agnes would have been a great matriarch leading

a migration across the savanna.

In present time, she performs under the big top and

does not leave her comfortable perimeter.

 

As a youngster, Agnes was taught to stand still.

Her first handlers staked a large chain into the ground

And then wrapped it around her rear leg.

Ever time Agnes tugged,

her chain would painfully tighten.

Soon, she learned a core belief to never push any boundary.

 

Only a thread, just a whisper of former chains, attaches Agnes.

Her new trainer has tried to coax her out of her tiny circle.

He tells her, “Remember who you are.

Make a different choice and step beyond limitation.

Experience freedom.”

But Agnes remains comfortably attached to her belief.

She will not budge even though clowns, monkeys and

strawberry smells swirl around her.

Agnes’s desires come and go but she won’t surrender her fear.

She resists from making even the tiniest tug.

 

On the last day of the circus show, rustling leaves call her home.

Agnes decides that her pattern isn’t working for her.

The memory of the chain no longer burdens her.

It is simply done.

Time to release the old belief and replace it with a lighter version.

Shaking loose, Agnes reaches out her trunk a little further than ever before.

Suddenly Agnes is free. She follows a trail of apple smells.

 Each piece of fruit she finds is a delightful taste treat.

Then beyond all dreams, Agnes finds a bucket full of surprises.

 

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