Tit for tat,
And one, two, three, four…,
We’re dancing without touching,
And as the dance progresses
The tension mounts,
A waltz or a tango
It’s all the same
Who is leading
Is an illusion,
When really it all
pulls from the hips,
I move, you move
We move,
And we’re dancing across the floor,
We’re weightless
And effortless,
Never wanting this moment to halt,
Then the music stops,
Tis just a delay,
To the dance that will never end
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Divine Knowings
Who I am today
And who I am becoming,
The Divine knew this
Mother’s Jewels
I wear mother Earth,
I drape her jewels from body
I keep her with me
Corporal reverence
For mother’s beauty, wisdom
I worship always
Rock, Crystal you shine
Emanate energy out
You gift your power
Calling
There is something
That pulls at my core,
That nudges me awake
With gentle urgency,
Immediate need for something that has always been,
Unknowingly,
Within me,
never before could
My mind envision
A future that I might perhaps
Come to see,
The universe opens up to me
And speaks
That I should know:
The universe is always here,
Always aware,
It bends and folds,
Twists, turns,
And we,
Things made of Stardust,
Move with it,
For we are part and parcel
Of this thing called creation,
And as I feel this movement in my soul
I know something,
This unnamable,
never fully knowable everything
Is calling me
The Nothing
Late at night (now early morning)
I lie awake
and dwell on nothing
-the Nothing
that created Something
that is Everything,
and what created the Nothing,
and on and on…
Perfectionism
The aggravation
Is not worth your peace of mind,
Let it go, dear child
She of Letters 