Blessed Be

Samhainic Verse

a blast from wayback:

http://web.archive.org/web/20091027151908/http://geocities.com/libramoon.geo/cosmicpoetry.html

Full Moon reflection

Archetypes

walk city streets, ride subways as commoners --

subterranean consciousness,

ethereal siamese twin

to the everyday.

Shadow and substance

entwine as before

the invasion.

I long to tell you,

yearn so I loudly whisper,

but only if you really listen.

I cannot say these things twice.

Memories seep through,

acquire form.

Stand straight and true

as soldiers or Marines

giving full allegiance

to any who will take that load.

There are Gods foaming in excrement

begging relief in the form

of sacrament

potent and deadly.

Angels and

Demons wage sacrosanct war,

dice from a grail

foresaging trial or comfort.

Hungry Ghosts wail.

Vampires and Creatures

of the night

seek shelter before

travails of daytime

break them.

Morning Star

winks salaciously.

In wild’s kingdom

all manner of creatures

thrive.

Eagles soar.

Lions roar.

Whales sing.

Humans open a

veiled third eye.

The World rejoices.

Gabrielle Roth: February 4, 1941 -October 22, 2012

http://uwgpsychology.org/2012/obituary-gabrielle-roth/

Obituary: Gabrielle Roth
Gabrielle Roth: February 4, 1941 -October 22, 2012


http://thaoski.com/2012/10/23/awakening-my-body-awakening-my-soul/
AWAKENING MY BODY, AWAKENING MY SOUL

"She started the 5Rhythms movement in the 1960s and dedicated over 50 years to teaching and sharing the power of movement and dance to heal ones body and soul."

Enter Dancing

That liminal space

Between my body and the airwaves

Creates a dance.

There is fluid form

There is salvation,

Thunder from the heavens,

Tears and lightening,

A host, a feast, a conflagration.

There is laughter.

The dance takes me up

In her motherly embrace,

Holds me softly,

Listens closely,

Takes in all my sorrow,

Lets me fly.

Body Language

Teach Peace

Dancing in the classroom

Body wisdom

Reaches through neural pathways

regenerates whole to whole

soul to soul

touching life

exactly

I feel you in my mind, my spine

Feel me dancing

elongating muscles

extending connections

Revelation

Weave into the fabric of a tribe of artistic dancers.

Fall under the spell of pure magic.

Silent night, peace and cold

Imbue me with music

In ecstasy, I dance to the stars.

"10 things to do to draw up creative energy"

dance

daydream

worry with logic

delve into feelings

play with words and meanings

take a play journey to impossible possibilities

web surf; idea surf; ride a wild wave

face down a demon to discover your other faces

read of random wisdom

dance!

Let us join in dance

The world becomes a mystery

an ecstasy, a history

of all who dance

for the joy

for the chance

of pure enchantment

in midst of the everyday

in this instant every wish

is granted

in the play

-- body with bliss --

of celebration

So join the song, and sing your tune

Dance strong beneath a rousing Moon

Another day, another seed

Bursts out into the Sun

Scorpio

Here at the bar again, bar nothing to me.

Here at the bar again, bar nothing to me.

Early Scorpio warm, warm village 2 pm poetry reading

at Chumley's

Searching for bargains, found a Paul Goodman book

with cat and dog and baby photographs

to give to Cindy

a gift of love for a fragile child

stranger/sister.

Still afright from last night's heavy scene

Wherein the police took my man away again,

This time with my blessing and accomplicement.

. . . A man is a hard thing.

Also a drag on my developmental aspirations

When all he does is cry and threaten

Big Brute Violence

To storm my sensibilities.

(What's frustrating is he doesn't hear me cry.)

Laughing in the park we loved

Crying in the night we parted

Oh, beseech I, god above

Why must you leave me broken-hearted

(and I know he'll be returning with more disregards

and diatribes and possibly pistols drawn to fire.)

So I sit here in the bar, again

Drinking sweet Kahlua and awaiting the poetry

Taking a respite, you see.

Oh, god, for this while,

Bar nothing to this troubled child

(for child I feel, though woman grown)

Let peace alone assail me.

Sister Scorpio

Black as hate; white and bloodless

shrieking Fury

punishing Saint.

Your patient, erratic torture

has left me broken,

bleeding torrents of pain

unable to move

forward,

unable to sleep

or engage in

polite discourse.

Yet you were never satisfied.

It was not me you wished to sacrifice.

I was merely inconvenient,

or too convenient.

Dressed in a goatsuit,

queued up to be driven to slaughter,

how could I expect compassion,

fellow feeling?

But it was the Executioner's blade

I expected,

not frenzied repetition of

back stabbings, epithets,

steel-wielding rage.

We could have been sisters,

giggling secrets in the schoolyard,

smoking pcp in the girls' room,

shooting up the classroom,

dying in each other's arms.

Scorpionic

The forest is old

obscured in ghosts and mysteries

Come out in the wild night with me

dressed in the stars

Serenades from the Moon

intoxicate air aged in adventure

Exult with me in pleasure

Far from decay of leaves, sad savagery

That strange stained light in the darkness

Silence, a pause in cycling

Isolate

Tender reflection in the settling sky

a throne to reign

weary tantrum waves below

I can relate

the deals reality baits me with

so overrated

I'm left unsated

staring at fate's rear

Now escapes me

running into future skyscapes

holding yestereves

stiff and strained

closer than this moment

as it slips

into one more

I seek that honest sigh,

that joining smile that art

of distilling meaning

Pictographs along the wheel

to distract from

its unceasing

crawl

Caught

an instant

surrounded in space

demanded in time

tells the reaper

continuity

is in the eye