i went outside
to dance for my Moon
there came a moment
when i realized ...
there's a whole sky up there
Jivana's Memoirs 105"What do you want me to do?" she asked.
"We need you to get us into THEY". I said.
"Why do you need me for that?"
I did pause for a moment before I responded.
"We just think it's the only way".
Jivana's Memoirs 104We honestly couldn't think of anything better than to just tell her our intention and ask her to join us. So here we were, on the doorstep to Prisley Morus's. My first memory of that night is looking down at her giant and obviously custom doormat with a giant M after arriving at her front door, and knocking on it. Of course there were fences to jump and security guards to secure but ... those were minor things. Everything became real when the butler answered the door.
I remember having this sense that she knew we were coming, because there she was, standing in the long oblesik shadow of the doorway behind the Butler, waiting. Waiting maybe the way some parents always do hoping their child will come back to them.
Zephr had taken care of the Butler quickly with a Spock-like pinch on the shoulder. Zoe of course caught him and laid him down on the ground smoothly. He had no idea he would be going down. Protection against intruders isn't the Butler'
Benefits of Sun Crossingsmy crystalline being
fed by the batting lash rays of the sun
as She sets
on a horizon not so very far away
i acknowledge Her
in soft gaze, with eyes of three,
as she winks at me
recharging my languid creativity
Jivana's Memoirs: 102“J! Hiiiii” it was Raven. She was acting as my nurse.
“Hi” I remember smiling.
“You’ve been in a coma”
“Or an extended Savasana” said Zephr, who had a strangely pleasant demeanor. She turned to Raven “Go get the others”. She sat down next to me. I was on bed covered in exotic pillows.
I looked at her. My eyes felt big. I didn’t really know what she was asking but then it came to me “The Great Party. I remember being at The Great Party”.
“Do you know what happened?”
I laughed because it seemed ridiculous to me, although I wasn’t sure why I felt that way. When I settled I just answered “No”.
“Do you remember being on the Lady Liberty?” and she put one of her hands on top of mine and then made sure my other hand was touching my mother’s crystal.
I remember feeling strained at first but t
Jivana's Memoirs: 101Apparently I was in a nearby hospital for 3 days. I had flatlined once and so they would not release me immediately. The crew had taken me back to the Bombshelter.
An officer “Johnson” had come forward after being found nearly naked wandering the desert the next morning when everyone was packing up. He made a confession and the crew decided to adopt him.
I remember hearing voices. Giggling and banter of the twins, Old Law and Marty’s deep voices, Cutter, Le Tigre, and Ken … I remember a twinkling around me and I started to move and stretch.
“Remember the beautiful things” I heard a voice say. And then I heard some enchanting music.
I opened my eyes. It was several weeks later.
My Tongue is not Silver, but GoldTo Animate the scrawlings,
hastily breathed onto fine paper,
inken and heathen,
held up high -
that is the work of a silver tongue,
an inkhearted man with the world
in a pen and his page.
The cyan beauty of
a three seconds past dawn
glitter could not be
captured by any other,
no poet nor lyricist,
no one but he who saw
it shining in the first instance
(And ultimately held that
beauty to himself).
I am no Man of
wonders - the scribbles
that dot my past are
inconsequential, solemn and
penciled in, too afraid
to be permanent,
too alive to be perpetual.
I can't explain the beauty of
childbirth with the
endless metaphors that he could,
not the sharp tones
nor the glimmering melliflous
warbling of songbirds.
I couldn't exist besides
a million realities of me.
The metal in my mouth
does not tarnish,
not like silver.
The metal in my mouth is that
which burns hot in the sky,
that scratches its name
to you (If you see it,
you shall catalyse
and covalently combine).
My tongue is golde
Queen of Sheba: Drawn by the LightI saw your light shine from afar,
heard stories of riches,
of wisdom incomparable -
rumours, I thought,
but I could not help
but be drawn,
drawn to your light.
I have come to see
if the rumours are true.
I have come to see
your riches and fame.
I have come to see
if you're as wise as they say.
I have come,
drawn by your light.
And I see that the truth
surpasses wildest rumour,
that the light is even brighter
when seen up close,
and I wish I could take
and keep a little spark,
take it home so it can spread
and envelop the world.
I want to know
more about you,
I want to know
the source of your wisdom,
I want to know
the meaning of this blessing -
I want to know your God.
For He is the one
who put the light in you -
He is the one
who draws all to you -
He is the one
who cal light a spark in me -
now I am drawn,
drawn to Him.
Living the LifeLife with God is eternal
We continue forever
For the Lord is everlasting
Let us shine forth His love
And proclaim His glorious name
of a cross
on the hospital
notes in the sand before the tide comesupon a galaxy
a meditation forms
goodbye this moment
good morning, now
at the end
rain drops become
flowers of life
the pattern remembers
after lightning thunder
does not thunder?
the whiteness holds this.
why waits here.
Oh Mother,Let me hear you
In the trees,
In the chorus
Of falling leaves;
In the wind
And in the cold,
May your voice
Speak clear and bold.
Your song to me;
This I will
So mote it be.
Freedom taken, moving to ashes, through the grey mists, till I’m broken…
Jaded perspective, lonely and open…doubtless I pray, run away,
I’m only human, I’m only forgotten, and I’m healing slowly, maybe too much,
I can see into the havens, but still I seem to be okay…
There’s more to go too, I’m only holding on till…
The ashes go, the freedoms won, or maybe I’m sane…
Through the grey mists, I trek for days, moving in the fog,
Till we’re all healed, all found, all freed, heal now,
Faded dreams, fragile and open, lying schemes keep us hidden…
Hide away, from the pain, or face it full on…
Run away or stand up and fight…never give up!
Never give in, never lose hope, and keep on standing…
Forgive my addled mind, grief fills it,
Jaded rays, hope forgave, maybe a promise…?
I can still see the havens now, I’m holding on till…
I see you there, I can still be true, a
No experiences could have prepared you for this.
Your heart throws itself off of a moving boat
Into the freezing, quaking seas below.
Your brain, your bones, your nervous system follow soon after
One by one slipping into those waters
And all because you need a breath of fresh air.
All because you saw Him standing on the shore.
Eyes burning just as brightly
As the day they stood by and watched Him bleed to death.
There He stands in peaceful rebellion.
An inferno in a world of ice.
A pyre to give you life.
Yet no experiences could have warned you
That the water you thought would bring you landward is now dragging you back out to sea
Capsizing your lungs
Surging rapids sliding through veins like snakes along garden grass.
And no experiences could have told you that you would sink
And the darkness that you were sure couldn't and wouldn't follow you
Is now crawling through your corneas
Like moss clinging to mighty boulders
Unable to be se
The Father SpeaksThe Father Speaks
You think to yourself
Does anyone care?
Does anybody hear my cries?
As you wander in the dark
Carrying the weight of the past
Let go of your burden
And lean on Me
For I will strength you
And uphold you in My arms
Follow the Light
He will lead you home
Release the tears you are holding
Let Me kiss each one away
Come to Me
And I will give you rest
By the stillness of the Spirit
You thought to yourself
Why am I so alone?
Let Me cover you in love
And remind you that you were never alone
It may feel like there is no one
But I am right there guiding your steps
Leading you to the finish line
Speaking words of truth
Into your life
“You can do it!
You are not a failure
Just one more step
I am right here beside you
Running this course with you”
Child of Mine
I love you more than you can possibly imagine
My Son died so that you can live
Now He is sitting on the throne
Waiting for you
To call on His name
Allow Him to heal your brokenness