Post AM Sadhana doodle: Kimberly Moon 3-28-14

...And from the billowing belly of Buddha, you laughed all of creation into being from the heart of love's seed… Shaking foundations of (g)olden pathways into honor. Born unto all;  the New World's Wisdom... Bowing humbly at the grace of God's mystery... The answer... Breath, clear as that, which came before the question... Not two, but one, in sums of seven suns... Risen from the womb of the Now... Won... And still, this parallel coalescence of consciousness rained light as darkness and void as full as forever... Fanned, as the fire of what shall reign beyond desire. Tempered as a tune, resilient as the blending of sun and moon. 

We are the light

From the street he came, my god, face to face, hard at fort to recall the path of embrace. He was my brother, my father, my son, my elder... Though his feet heavy, his heart I heard... Though of pain, his words, like swords, were drawn... his hope was present, somewhere, ever strong... Buffalo soldier, one by one I've seen, I've heard, and I too have cried in my story. 

(Photo Credit unknown-suggestions welcome)

Every time we meet the heart, our fellow man... every time we join our songs together in communion to say, "I see you, I hear you, I can, I AM..." We open the door to another dimension, unencumbered by pain as his was again... We shift, we demand, we listen, we grow. 

We never stop knowing... 

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night

But the mind plays tricks. It keeps us in plight. No matter our color, pants loose or tight... We've all been through it, the motions, our own. Only love showers, take that moment to cry In tones. ne'er alone, as the salt water fills the same oceans we've sewn. Let your heart be heard, the feet, our army, taking flight. Our angels are weeping, sweeping away that which keeps us from the day of light. The wisdom, not taught but received like sight, calling us like owl in harmony with night. 

Projectors and rejections, protectors from injection... All have a vice to release, pay the price, live the role, blow your soul, wrap it up, take it To go, come on home. No matter where it is you roam, you know there's no wish like this, the one of our soul's incarnation to be FREE, to truly exist! 

So D, I see thee, more clearly than you privy, and to this I release to you and your story... 

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night...

And this is why he walks, this is why he fears to talk. Because at first he'd explain, but please, son, come again, without the fear, without the judgement, no crime left to sever or sear to your crown. I don't need you to tell me your rounds, but ill listen if thats what it is you need right now. 

Open the window, you won't drown, you are the sky! No drone too high to set this, I refrain from shadowing, it is your rite, right to hear, right here, now, in the cold, split the pain like wood, let spirit rain, as you too set to fire, blaze the flame. Reign in OUR Kingdom, not that of the trap they've set... But in this moment, the 'they' is you! you would have told me to tell you the same truth... Or did you forget, the mess is the best?

We are the light

We are galactic entities of the night! 

We are the Warrior, the wisher, the dreamer, believer... Asker, receiver, seer, redeemer... swim-up-streamer... Just let go, let spirit know... And with the current we'll go...

Spirit, 

let your words come through me as my breath,

your visions, see through my eyes, 

Your love pour forth from my heart,

your roots grow of my feet,

Your vision of thy kingdom come stream of my crown...

For I am yours, your servant unto all. Guide my steps

Guide my path

Let me bathe in the presence of moments, each anew, in remembrance of the way seer, the one, I Am, we are, One, together won, NOW

Holy Spirit by Colleen Shay

Blessings be, 

Yours truly

EraDae… a Luminus Moon

(White Galactic Wizard)

But who are you?

I'm not here to be a pop star, I'm here to be an epic revival of love, a transcendent reminder of Christ light, of all that is seen and unseen through the forces of droning darkness. My journey is not forgotten, it is discovered by the heart and soul of all who breathe their truth and dream their reality into peace. Let the integrity of the word run though me as the veins of existence cleanse and nourish the new world. For god has ordered my steps, and I am but a humble servant of the cryptic power that makes its way into the frequencies of my music. Like the paint of a divine canvas, I am but a scribe of the divine. Thou shalt not lead me into the waters of illusion, but rather, the fire of rebirth!!!

Love,
LunaSea

Back To The Moon...

Back to the moon
It's just slightly passed new
Risen like the Gate of Man's
Soul, born of waters

A box of stars, thrown from
The essence, you awaken
Guided towards your greatest
Myth, shake down your tree

Fruits, abundantly fallen
The womb of the mother calls
Children, remember your sign
Sensitivity, don't scuttle away

I've learned to ration the light
Night bound, searching
And there, she speaks to me
Illuminating from afar

Subtle Mother

The Subtle Mother... The deVINE, the Faith, Hope that all is perfect in time, PATIENCE... The journey begins at this acceptance of NOW.

The mother asked me from within myself...
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I dove into the ground... "To be a seed!" I replied.  The question rang and rang and rang again... again... again... again... the answer the same, the answer extended... "To be a seed mommy!!! To be THE seed mamaya." I held the seed as I've held my whole life, preciously...

Tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.

"AND WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" she reflected in me... I repeated the question as a question, "NO QUESTIONS, JUST ANSWERS," she said, and made me laugh... "why laugh?" ... "because we can!" She welcomed the comical taste, and I laughed some more... "you are HUMan... CELEBRATE!"  "I am HYUMan... mmmmmmmmmmm... tastes so good to feel my place. This place, I am still."

"WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" repeated again...

"oh YES! They BLOOM!!" I cried... "OH, THEY BLOOM!  Oooooohhhmmmmm... to bloom, to loom to weave, to bloom, to loom, to illuminate, to create, to grow, to BLOSSOM, to know."  I sat with the world in my arms, content in the makeup of my years... tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.

Burning Sun, Curing Moon

Burning Sun, Curing Moon

Oh, to play the part of The Moon. It's not such an easy tune. Often hurts harder than the pain it takes to stay tight within a bud and never bloom, or wait within the darkness of a womb... But these trials I know will cure me. Break me into two, like the light that shall adorn me when my eyes breathe into you.

So Thank you, Moon... Thank you, Sun... Burn me into bitter sweet morning until I run no

more fever from my fears, no more worry from my tears. Thankful for the lessons that make me face my brightest years to come... only under the Moon, and Under the Sun shall my longing for love be won.

As they face each other, day in, day out... for one is never the other, holding their own presence so stoutly. Never outshining, divine in their timing, perfectly posted, precious finds, taking shelter in the space they keep so sacred in their mind. The flame of the Sun, the glow of the Moon, what would the world be if we knew them all too soon?

Never such a love did exist, so rewarding in the blissful rays that echo to each others gaze- are you listening? Are you really listening? Has one ever outshone the other? Quite opposite is true, for when the thought even dares to exist, she becomes so blue.

Little Moon, why do you sigh, why do you fear to look in your love's eye? All too often are you glowing, only because he shines.

STARE UNTIL IT BURNS! MELT THE ILLS OF CONCERN! Seek the highest self beyond the borders you've hoisted onto your sordid affairs. Never was a love so pure, the Burning of the Sun, the Curing of the Moon.

-Yours Truly

©Kimberly Moon

August 29, 2012

Red Lunar Skywalker (Kin 93)

PHOTO CREDIT: Illusion (1) - from "Impossible love" series - © Dorina Costras

Tides of Change

Mmmmmm...

I can feel the tides are changin', waters flowin', no lookin' back. 
Ready for rearrangin', no holdin' on, wind's got my back.


Lion's den is growlin', through the eighth day of the week
Cloudy confirmations, and these waves are deepening

Swim after hours
Guard's got the test
Fits the mighty powers
Growin' for the rest

PHOTO ART BY:http://www.carolineashwood.co.uk/


AND... Akira Dawn's "Energy o' the Week"

Things will begin to pick up now as Mercury goes direct on the seventh and we pass through the Lion's Gate on the eighth. This is a time of swift and decisive change. All that's been cloudy and unsure will suddenly become unstuck and obvious as we move deeper into the month. This is the kind of big movement that sets the scene for months (years?) to come. Things will be moving quick, so keep your eyes open and notice the details! Remember whats most important."