Aquarianism (aka Fluffy Stuffs)

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Down, down, down you go

Into your HEART, don’t ya know…

There you’ll find a point of connection

Where the world is linked in a magical nexus…

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I originally wrote this little poemette spontaneously on my Twitter feed a few years ago.  I just was scrolling through my old posts today, and I saw it.  I’d forgotten all about it!  It made me smile, so I thought I’d share it here on my poetry blog.  I’ve been blogging more in prose lately on my travel/lifestyle blog  “A Muse on the Loose” –weaving stories and snippets of wisdom and randomness about my gypsy philosophy, travel tips, lessons learned, and adventures.  But I do miss poetry.  I’ll get back to it more regularly soon.  

I am an astrologer, in addition to an artist, writer, and holistic physician/healer.  I am a Scorpio sun sign, but I have the planet Uranus conjunct (next to) the sun in my birth chart.  This makes me a very Aquarian Scorpio!  (Uranus rules and is thus strongly associated with the sign of Aquarius.)  Aquarian types love to bring through new ideas, humanitarian “love your neighbor” principles, a sense of freedom and individualism, and so on…  Connection, innovation, evolution, and oneness are big Aquarian themes.

I didn’t title this poem when I first wrote it, but when I re-read it, I thought (with a bit of a laugh), “There’s some Aquarian fluffy stuffs for ya…”  It’s all true though.  

We are connected.

The poem sounds very light and playful, but it’s actually about something really profound.

I personally do believe there is an etheric or energetic network linking us all.  And probably the heart is the central point of individual attachment to this grid.  The deeper we drop (or EXPAND) into the heart and into a sense of impersonal, non-specific love, the more transpersonal and connected we become (our focus shifts to the grid, rather than our bodies).  Love loses its individual dimensions and becomes generalized (it’s not about loving someone specific at that point, it’s about radiating and BEing LOVE itself).  Everyone can get there, I think, though it may take work (releasing blocks), practice, and intention…And sometimes we can only find that magic spot now and then…(such is the case for me).  But it’s worth looking for.  Regularly.  It’s the best place ever!

There, there is no I. Only LOVE.  What’s better than love?  Nothing.  And when love is everything, what have we got…?  UNITY.

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Dreams Do Escape

Perhaps,

I’m EARTHPOET–

With words buried

In mushrooms…

Deep in the forest

Amongst colonies of trees.

..

Tied to their roots

By delicate INTENTION,

My thoughts leak to the surface,

Dangling as leaves…

….

Or maybe,

I’m MERMUSE–

Hiding in the shadows,

Diving in the moonlight.

Singing songs of the wave.

..

My MYTH dances

As bubbles…

The daydreams of dolphins,

The pearl of an oyster…

One day.

….

*This little poetic expression was inspired by my friend Andrea who posted the poem “As for Poets” by Gary Snyder on Facebook today asking all her friends “what kind of poet are you?”.  My poem is my answer…

Gypsy Muse Dancing

Crouching

In a misty moment–

Blanketed by dawn

(and a purple velvet cloak).

I peer

Between flared fingers

At nothing, nothing at all.

My chin tilts to the side,

Eyes down, coy,

Like I like them.

It’s a look of mystery,

And even I don’t know what it really means.

What if, who is, could be?

No.

Just

S P A C E

In which I may e x p a n d and contract,

Be whatever I choose:

A spider thinking,
A tree laughing,
A fairy dining on the finest dew…
A bat lurking, sleeping, hanging, hung.

Emotions real

Because I believe in my dream of them.

N O W.

Tomorrow—will be another

Place or time.

Another emotion,
Another me.

Nothing to hold onto.

Change.

All I really have is my love…

And the magic that I make.

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(Embodying the Gypsy Muse essence at a NYE party shortly after the poem was crafted.  Photo credit: Kyer Wiltshire)

(I wrote this poem several years ago, but thought I’d post it today for my BIRTHDAY.  Writing this poem ushered in a kind of spiritual birthday for me–the birth of my “Gypsy Muse”!  At that point, it was sort of an alter ego part of my personality.  Since then I’ve done much to integrate this essence into my regular, waking life and reality.  No longer an alter, she is me!  But, this poem is yet another example of the gifts creativity can give us.  I’m so grateful for the role poetry has played in my self-development and evolution.)

Mystic Eyes…

Mystic, mystic

“Journey of Souls”…

How will we ever

Find our roles?

Wandering the earth

Trying to awaken–

Looking for amrit

In a DREAM we’re making.

We each have a purpose…

We each have a path…

Some reason we came,

But it’s so hard to grasp!  

The Mystery, she knows:

Our purpose, our reason.

For circling the sun…

Each year, each season.

I’m impatient, however!

I want to know NOW.

I search at each turn–

For a secret to “HOW?”

But the answer’s inside.

It’s only in ME.

You can help me to look…

…But never to see.

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(“Mystic Eyes” – part of a larger acrylic on wood painting by the author)

Sasquatch?

“Who ate my apple?’

Was the first thing I said

When I woke up that morning

With camper’s head.

I’d put trash in a bag

Up in a tall tree

And in it an apple

Too mealy to eat.

At dawn, I awoke

And the whole bag was GONE!

No noise, mess, or snaggle–

Just a branch that was torn

Straight off the tree

As if it were twisted…

Could a bear do that?

If so, I’ve missed it…

Years as a camper

And never I’ve seen

A bear steal food

So neatly, so clean.

This job was perfect.

I pondered who’d done it.

Racoon, bear, or skunk…

Or Sasquatch?

        Dream on it….

 

(I wrote this poem a few months ago while thinking about the very curious experience {described in the poem} that I had on a 5 day solo “Vision Quest” in the Chiracahua mountains in Arizona several years ago.  I love a good MYSTERY!)

Muladhara

(I wrote this poem a few years ago for a poetry class at the U of Arizona.  Was looking for something else on my computer this morning and came across it.  Seemed appropriate for today–the first day of Scorpio, the sign of my birth.  Muladhara, for those who do not know, is the “root chakra” in yoga (Sanscrit).  This poem is about my symbolic associations to that energy center.)

…             …            …

Warm snakes in black caldron

Their broth, my blood…

…             …            …

Red fire dances madly–

Ignites orange wheels of passion

Obsidian stakes dive deep

Into the ground.

…             …            …

Root channel, source of all energy

Fierce Goddess Power

Dark, darker, darkness

…             …            …

Persephone’s Journey

Begins with you–

Serpent Mother Magic

…             …            …

Kali Pele Shiva Shakti

Dance of DEATH before CREATION

Mystery Keeper’s Secret Weaver–

Dragon grows in deepest lair…

…             …            …

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(acrylic panting “Muladhara Chakra” by the author–original canvas has black feathers hanging on black satin ribbon along the bottom edge.)

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

Her Dark Majesty…

Oooooo

The Goddess of Death.

Oooooo

What frightens you?

Oooooo

That I would lose this sweet chance

Oooooo

To engage LIFE

Oooooo

With no fear in my heart.

Oooooo

The time is NOW…

Oooooo

To live with more s p a c e.

Oooooo

I want to know my depths.

Oooooo

Your Mystery is HERE…

Oooooo

Welcome Scorpio.

Oooooo

I have waited for you.