Acorns and Heroes
~ In loving honor and memory of Dr. John H. Cox ~
~ Invoked by my dear friend, Goddess Diana ~
“What do you see?”
I see acorns,
//life and immortality//
Rushing to gather them in my arms
as if something might take them away,
I chuckle at myself.
I hear them,
mistaking them for a storm in the night.
There is no rain, nor threat -
just bouncing acorns
celebrating life.
Shall I question
why they gather in this secret, sacred spot?
Near the angel, where food and flowers grow,
as if to purposely leave the remaining space barren?
Who am I to question?
Curious, I sit and wait -
dead center
in the middle of an acorn shower.
I see the opaque veil
blowing in the ocean breeze…
Seizing handfuls of acorn-laced earth,
I pour them over my skin,
returning them gently to their origin.
One remains, clinging,
and refuses to escape the part in my fingers.
I caress his flawless body,
so smooth and soothing.
For a moment I wonder -
if we use acorn wood to create things.
Thinking how, in our haste, we dismiss the most simplistic
beauty.
Enveloped, I breathe -
deeper and fuller than ever before.
I see them arise and surround my body.
Precious rosemary, sweet lavender,
cleansing sage, anoint me.
I memorize my little treasure -
like an ember, its life force energy
trickling, seeping into my skin.
Radiating, overflowing from my body,
spilling out in tears falling back to the earth.
Is it possible to embrace an acorn?
Slowly I lift him to my face,
gracing my cheeks and lips
with his pure perfection;
and offer one last kiss.
I see acorns.
And heroes.
What do you see?
I don't know about you,
but when I look back over the years I am surprised at how many major
steps I've taken in my life......how much time and energy I've
invested......and the extremes I've gone to........to meet societal [arrow] self expectations. I'm surprised at how limited I
thought my choices were; surprised at how I curled up just so, just
right (and how much practice that took) so I could fit myself most
neatly and appropriately into a box and ride on the cargo train. I'm
surprised at how many miles I traveled in that box and how attached I
was to the outcome.....the destination......waiting........
It makes me wonder ---- if people knew about the pasture --- would they choose to ride in a box?
Wine and breeze?
Into the Mystic
Foreward:
I thought of you yesterday,
at a gathering of gypsies.
Laughing, eating, drinking,
swaying…
all seeking their spiral
into the mystic.
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Perched on wooden flats
toes stretched toward the Sea
I find my Own whispering,
Same water
Same sky
Different tree
A big old girl
with one eye blind
shares breath with me,
Same cells
Same Hands
Different she
There’s a loose hem
in the leaves
I capture a lost ray,
Same sun
Same shadows
Different we
They’re swinging spider
hair blowing
safe and innocent,
Same hearts
Same rush
Different free
The song is about to end and
I’m singing again,
“…together we will float into the mystic…”
Same melody
Same Soul
Meet me
For those of you who love the Sea as much as I do.........
I have a lil seacret to share.........
My best friend and I decided to do a little experiment at the beach. We took an old old beach towel and wet it in the ocean and hung it on the deck for the whole week we were there to capture the scent. On our last morning there I caught my best friend out on the deck drinking coffee and cutting up the towel, carefully folding and placing pieces into ziploc baggies. We divided them up so we could take them home with us to "tide us over" until next year - our own lil aromatherapy 
A special surprise was hiding in my suitcase, however. She had cut a piece of the towel into a heart shape and put it in a separate baggie for me to find when I got home. I found it today ---- y-e-s, it took me almost a week to fully unpack. But who cares? I have a heart-shaped, Sea-scented beach towel and even more importantly, a friend who loves me THAT MUCH! Isn't she the best?!?! 
My cup runneth over.
And on the night of the full moon
she enveloped her entire Self in a seaside cradle.
Crashing wave lullabies and seafoam arpeggio played the rhythm -
Her heartbeat the lead.
Beneath an indigo blanket of stars
And an illuminated night rainbow
She was baptized
Annointed in moonshine.
I think about dying. There, I said it. Do you think about dying?
For the most part I think I have a fairly healthy perspective on it. I'm not afraid of it. I've pretty much lived by those old mottos--you know, the ones that go something like....."Live as if it were your last day on Earth." Yeah, I do that. Or...."Don't go to bed mad." Yeah, I do that. "Seize the moment." Yeah! I get those passing thoughts occasionally (do you?), i.e. "If you died right now would you die happy?" Yeah! I'm pleased to say, "YES!"
OK....Universe....got that one down. Can we move onto something else now? 
Oh! There's something deeper here?
OK, but could this be the last time please?
I guess it would be pretty damn ok if I (or you) were to die having been the one to always keep peace. The one to initiate that last kiss of the day before bed. The one who kinda sucked up and swallowed alot of gunk so as to have a "clean conscience" supposing that time were to come. Not much could be bad about that, eh? Could be absolutely no crime in that!
I'm wondering though....is there one of those old mottos I might have missed? Maybe something about how it is equally important to somehow fulfill those very worthy ideas but at the same time honor your Self? Something about the importance of living and dying standing in your Truth, in your Knowing? Open. Free.
Don't ask me --- I'm asking you!
I consider it my life's work and passion to invoke thought. That certainly doesn't mean I have all the answers 
What I do know is this --- I get those little whispers in my ear at night that I just can't ignore. And lately I've been hearing something like this....."While being a peacekeeper is very honorable and noteworthy (and KEEP doing it) it is also important that you give people the opportunity to know you....to fully embrace all that you are and what you stand for. Would you want to leave full of sucked up and swallowed gunk? Repressed? Or full of knowledge and life secrets that you were were too inhibited to ever share? What kind of legacy would you like to leave behind? And how will people ever know about it?"
I think it takes tremendous courage and hard work and balance to walk the walk --- ALL THE WAY. For those of you who have already had this inner dialogue and are walking it --- I honor you
Once upon a siddhi
In another mind
You and I were floating
Floating free, soulshine
Released from all the searching
In another time
Seascapes born of yearning
Into another kind
Shimmering beads descending
Pouring backward from the world
Inverted membrane prisms
Our souls, as they unfurl
Soulshine showers
Sunshine blues
They're missing all the bubbles
With their imaginary truths
Clinging to the nothing
Right within their hands
We slip through the netting
Weaved of their demands
Whirring, murmuring,
Pins-and-needle grass blades
Inside, the pearls
Sweet soulshine, the rain
Waft once more gently
Pour into me
Saturate my soul
And One soulshine we will be
The track is barren
I hear laughter
the stands empty
I smell beer
he scrubs his pit, alone
and hauls bags of charcoal
the flags are torn and flapping
"Maryland"
grinding sounds echo
from beneath my flip flops
no break in the wall
just the rush
and momentary silence ~
until the next race.
~I will miss you, Tim. RIP buddy~
passing smiles
in a reflecting pool
sunlit flesh
tendril water trails
trickling body creations
moss-covered shinies
in a boggy depot
where i vow my return
to Sea creature people
I love this idea --
This thought that
I no longer have to wait around and wonder
If or when I'll be "The Chosen One"
By any other human being.
The waiting is over.
I am already chosen.
I am already the One.
I am already Divine.
So from here on out ---
I am the One
Who will choose Me.
I am a proud mommy!