
“Pushing Limits”


I crave to be around people who share my interests and aspirations.
I am in search of maximum congruency and compatibility.
Why have I been sent to you, if not for hearts’ one beating?
The impressions, the dreams, the messages keep entreating…
This isn’t how I operate – I like to follow my own dictates.
But, every time I turn away, the currents reorient destiny.
I find that when I risk and
Get no positive feedback,
Insecurity takes advantage
Of my emotional exhaustion.
Like the eye of a storm: calm within turmoil.
Where once heart pulsed
With jubulous laughter
Thinking at last
Was well met,
Now, emptiness courses
In sorrow’s wasteland,
Wondering how permitted
Contorted lies others sell.
In the Foretelling, we were gifted with the knowledge of our destiny and granted sight to see into the futures of many so that we could direct each other in growing prosperously.
But, somewhere along the way an event happened which fragmented the minds of men, causing them to become violent in madness as they searched for power’s balm to fill the hole which burned like hell’s fire now within them.
Though they felt drawn to women healers, men’s insanity was so complex that they often turned against the women – burning them as witches and suppressing reclamation and further development of enlightened knowledge.
For the source of their angst was a parasite bent upon propagating its own species, as it had found the human body and intelligence quite comfortable and useful as its host parent – and it craved to corrupt The Infinite.
A drawback to being a wave runner who pierces barriers so next generations can come through more easily is that I relate to people 10 years or more younger than me – and they just take note that I am older, rather than seeing my depths in their entirety.
For the man of my dreams to manifest on this plane of reality, it takes not only the Will of God and wild magic, but his strength’s Belief and honest candor.


It is not easy to be open-hearted when on a perilous journey.
Mildly directed, rather than frenetic-deflected, seems best when indicated from events’ implications.
Polite composure while pursuing one’s needs. I love how nature teaches us that violence is not necessary.
In this caverned home, she has retreated, grown accustomed to the solace of her nature retracting into itself upon repeatedly finding that interaction with the human world was less than comforting.
She had the minimum to survive, here, and each room had a purpose within which she could continue to focus and hone her talents – from domestic and family, to creative expression, to far-seeing scrying.
In this particular room with the natural-formed stone slab-like table, she stood with her back thighs against it and her hands clasped behind her, leaning back a little as her face turned up to the sunlight filterng in a bright shaft to bathe her upturned face with eyes closed in its glow.
She sent out a call with her body-mind’s spirit, asking for him to find her – aware of the distances involved and all of the barriers’ inclinations to keep them from igniting their purpose together, and instead, growing old.
Dozing between clients in my car with fhe waning day’s sunlight gently angling from my left into driver’s side venue, my spirit wandered slightly unattached to body.
And I realized that childhood bliss is when we let our hearts lead us without questioning, as we did when younger – just wanting to be out in the sun.


The heart may not rest, when wasted.
Is it just hubris and pride – all over, again?
On one side is complete illusion, telling me what I want to hear.
On the other side may be The Promise, but “the ghost” keeps it unclear.

Zoom in…

If we would give it, true love would not be so hard to come by
Beautiful visuals and depth.
I am caught in a trap
Interwoven over time
By powers and events
Bent by determination.
What I am is pure, good, worthy –
Although light contains contrast…
I had thought that if I could just reach you,
We could take our chance and change this.
