The ice on windows is like reading tea leaves. Where my plants grow the ice moves in a swirling motion-full dance, but were I have a sign that says ‘warning’ the ice is jagged and very angular. Remember to tell water you love it! So you don’t drink any jagged feelings.
I am an apothecary
Hanging copper sanctuary
Moon lit grove of spice and herb
Clay spun pots and glassy curves
White walls frame my coffer gown
I stoke the bread and dress the crown
I sing with vessel, I draw thee down
Into a tea from baskets filled
From Phoenix’s fire it’s steam is tilled
She of the Blessingness Tree
She of the chiming sea
She is the vine in me
And the tears of her secrets are held
in the rain of her waves
And the arrogance of her wings are held
in the hearts that she saves
Seeking what we know not of
Gods as humans disguised
Heavenly creatures of courage gather
So that we may sing new songs.
The song found within you, take us
Libraries recorded in slow slumbering sounds of silent whispers
Wandering through trees, pace prickled by
Our hearts cascading from mighty peaks
And along smiling mists met
A grove of grace that lifts us in praise,
How the Moon came for tea
clustered loose in mystery,
to warm the cups of fluidity,
the tea’s of songs sung gracefully.
This mystery I paint for me
to bridge the stars of eternity.
A place to greet the riches inside,
where Angels mantle with turning tides,
the Moon’s blood blessed with divinity,
gifts gathered high from symmetry.
The Moon brought the asteroid’s vest for me,
luminous, a soft glow internally.
Black light revealed the table, our saucers were framed,
by the dance of the thunder,
lightning sang out my name!
But this time it’s Eve, the one who could see,
the rich infrastructure of life’s knowledge tree.
Eve’s pineal gland remembered the one,
and life’s edge of the disk where immortals had fun.
Where they went up and down,
in a round about way,
their expanding awareness in two spheres did lay.
Frequency and light formed an elkami marriage,
and came as the Sun and the Moon in a carriage.
Contented and warm slumbered ages of dust,
pressed together by fire, to the air it did lust.
Until every piece of sand so beautifully pearled,
came the Seer’s stone glass so powerfully furled.
My chest was a flutter,
I could hardly be to breath.
I’d never be the same again,
my spine it had been freed!
The Moon was now a blossoming sight!
bringing vision to change with ease.
The chrysalis rays of geometry,
as beckoning tapestries rose over the streams.
The streams of the rivers that bond life and death.
The Cosmos that pivots on in and out breath.
Innocence pulling on every word,
giddy with jubilance from tales made absurd.
The walls of our tea room hung, billowing sheets,
a canopy of stars, strung,
for Moon’s special greet.
But there is more to this tea while we stirred our great cups.
More secrets are settling, past’s future bubbling up.
New insights were played from the flute of the pearl,
shining so bright it’s borders seemed frail.
It touched all the shadow that brought us to form,
and blessed all that walked in fields of it’s corn.
And together with simply the Unicorn’s Gate,
the Moon healed with merging the dream’s awake mate.
The Sun and the Moon together again,
the lotusing tunnel bringing life force a friend,
to rest in the halls of Amenti’s great source,
in the High Heart we entered the Infinite’s course.