Labyrinth to Lyra

Acorns and Heroes

Tina — Mon, 08 Oct 2007 16:20:00 GMT

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?

Societal [Arrow] Self Expectations

Tina — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 19:51:00 GMT

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

Tina — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 14:29:00 GMT

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

Seacrets

Tina — Fri, 06 Jul 2007 04:12:00 GMT

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.

Moonshine Baptismal

Tina — Wed, 04 Jul 2007 03:42:00 GMT

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.

Side B

Tina — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 16:20:00 GMT

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

Floating Soulshine

Tina — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 04:31:00 GMT

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

In Your Honor and Loving Memory

Tina — Sat, 16 Jun 2007 19:21:00 GMT

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~

Boggy Depot

Tina — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 04:21:00 GMT

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 Choose Me

Tina — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 05:04:00 GMT

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.

Before Allllllllllllll Else..............

Tina — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 04:39:00 GMT

I am a proud mommy!