Release The Man In The Boat, Dear Ship Building, As We Are Now Diving For Pearls.

 Be

A woman who a man needs.

Add

Venture

Add 

Mischief and Joy and Be Overflowingly Full, 

(except when you are not...)

Rest, Recharge, Rise

Re Member My Love Is

From Love

Not For Love

From A bun dance ... how absurd.... jig sore?

I lead By Following

Listen

Feel

The Still Point, For There Lives The Dance

Be The Woman; 

A Wanton Witch who Owns Her Full Self

A Sensual Sage who flows as Self Care 

A Moist Dew Drop

A Rise Wise Bubble Brook

A Fierce River Roars

water falling raw with rocks and rapids to rest in deep pools of a still full azure.


This Ocean My Dear 

You Are

A Sun Rise morning star

A fresh risen wholesome bread, 

A creation, a creature of The Vast Stillness of Water.

Be

no crusted drips of an unworthy left over gossip, 

Be

no burnt baked skin of eons of sharp solar razor, 

Be

Just A One Pointed Focus

Be

Just a simple single petal on point 

Be

Shape Shifting Sensual, Full Feminine 

Be

Pure, Potent A Vital Mischief an Alchemist.


Never Be Manic 

A Child Chaotic Doer, 

A Try Too Hard To Keep Up Little Enfant

Who Must Yell To Be Heard and Tell Tales To Win At All Costs.


Never Be This Tied Unkind Knot 

A Tired Tight of a Needle, Sharp Blunt 

Never Be These, 

unless You Are Still,

Fruit Fell Rotten Felt From 

Adam's Ancient Last Apple.


Home Stead, 

come

float open and slow heat

Rise Above, 

soar higher spiral 

know clouded daze of  last moon's

Not Enough, 

Fill The Hole In Sky Bucket 

Fill Well clear in Never A Lack

Stop Own Sweet Lips Leaking

Stop Any Loop of a Lack.

Just Stop It, 


Come collect pollen, 

A Slow nectar at Home, 

Bee dew in Moist Sunrise

Step Off and Fly Higher

Reign In False Lashes 

Strip pretty furrowed brow

Ride A False Pony, 

Hold Light To The Joy of Life's Merry

Go Round.


Stay Centred, ride on, 

Remain Grounded, The One, 

Remember Wise Witches Who Love

Not My Circus, Nor My Monkeys, 

Not My Energy, Nor My Burden, 

Not My Choices, Nor My Future, 

Butt Hear? Write Now?


I Came To Love Life

be simple, My Life

and Love will Teach You

slow, well, come, 

For You Are 

My Life. 


open seed cracks 

be full lit from within 
Simple seen nourished two Grow 

Be True To Who You Are and

Have Always Bean. 


Up anchor, Up Sails, 

A Fair wind now blows

Release The Man, 

Come Now, In Your Boat.

Be

Subtle, be sensual as soft sheets Set Sail, 

reveal wetter weather in a storm jacket hood.

Come alive, 

feel the salty tongue tang on The Bow of The Boat

ridden slippery decks with white soaking crests 

torn dance in the stiff sodden sails as 

her head is more given in jib and the mains, 

Rain her now in, 

slow down briny face, 

feel surf in her power 

a wanton sea swells.


Arrived, we come harbour two home, 

Shared now a washed salty sweet brow

a silent denouement  

a dock side shared silence

a slip and a sip of a fine furtive glance

a wry now a dry smile

a knowing last dance

as no words were needed 

this moment.


A ripe salty bead may now roll gently from full seeing eye

A pause of new Energy Once in This Motion, 

real, raw and unbounded, 

new life in creation, 

see life 

sea full Ocean in slowed inner motions, 

Never a rhyme nor a reason

Just flow in sweet pearl 

as salty hood hides main sail, a gain. 


Be That as you are

Hull resting in Harbour

A No Thing, 

Float Boat released

Full, Free harboured master

An Every Thing, 

Engine Purged, Sail Empty, 

Concurrent 

stay grounded 

Flew Free in The Flow 

This Wild Paradox

Life Opened Eyes and Lips sea side Wide

Hold 

Self To Be Owned

Of A Self Validation

We came, we danced, we came a gain,

We Prised Only One Deep Imperfect Pearl 

And We Know

Released and Scene and A Deer Deep Felt.

Life Like Us is Simple, 

Ship Builder

Enough

When the face off with the forces of consumption is in full swing ... 
who do you think is going to have your back? 
YOU. 
No one else. 

Read that again.

Who do you think is going to have to maintain pure neutral transparency when consumption manifestations approach and start shape shifting into all sorts of hideous forms to try to pull all into itself? 
YOU. 

No one is responsible for you but yourself.

We are approaching the culmination. 
Things will get really weird. 
And only pure NEUTRAL, transparent presence can withstand the confrontation. 

Any ego pathologies, trauma, sexual misery programs, 
polarity based dynamics and victim-victimizer templates 
are easy targets for exploitation. 

People want to play with bi-wave polarity charge, 
embrace their black Lilith, 
play out different “ancient archetypes” of phony infected royalty, 
manifest through menstrual cycles aligned with the moon and whatever else? 
Great! 
Awesome! 
What does it have to do with you? 

Choose your route and let everyone else do/be/practice whatever they want. 

Don’t even directly say anything unless you are 
compensated for your time or respectfully asked for direction. 

Keep on walking and create your own 
moment to moment timeline 
unless you want to be an extra 
in someone else’s movie.
#atmavidya



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