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."

Ghost Rider

A growing woman, a woman of the womb

The womb of life, the flower of love in bloom...

Myself, yearning for clarity day in and day out.

The words I speak, so frequently I question;

the words I do not wish to rotate, to mutate.

It is when I am in the presence of such presents that I am at my most joyful state.

“So why the long face,” asked the Ferrier... “Perhaps this time that shoe will fit.”

“I didn’t think you were the type to leave one stranded in a pit of broken mirrors and transient beings having been said to see clearer.”

"But no one wants to let go, or let God get the best of them," he imaged in my highest self.

"The words that sing to me are the scariest yet. They're of no good mention 'til they've finally met not just the ears but the heart of the one who must hear them, no hiding tears, no forced reservations... "

It’s like an addressed letter, returned to sender.

A song; a pile of sticks never to render the fire that might keep you alive one more lifetime...

Dying to meet you, greet you at your best.

No. No more lying or laying next to others, mentioned as tests.

Funny how the world reflects, rejects us when we're not looking straight into the eyes of our souls...

The physical; a drop in the bucket of collected tears that flood our path; no longer to be told.

Tired of waiting, I said to the Horse,

“When you gonna learn to run?”

“When you learn to stop runnin,” he compromised.

His words blew clear into me as he took off into infity.

I wispered to him through the wind, as if still terrified another soul would pick up and go with my heart song... he must know.

"Have I really been such a ghost? I'm only translucent to the one Ilove most. Dying because I hide deep inside their reactions. I'll take what I can get, no matter the fraction. The motives that change me have never been so alive."

As she looked to the mirrors that fell like a knife,
"Finally, forgot to tell you, you are the love of my life."

-EraDae; A Luminous Moon

Eyes of God

I went a walking and suddenly you were talking to me beneath the umbrella of my mind
Reminding me to unwind

Stop motion pictures that hold the elixir to all things in glory seen by these eyes of god
Wonders of what might become of us

Oh Holy Night, every day I'm by your side

Oh Holy Day, every night the stars shine so brightly-

In your eyes, close to me, I shed tears of joyous pain in Harmony

For that time I would trade, to be in the arms of a resting sage.

I went driving through the countryside, climbing, when I passed a happy Buddha with his hands above head
Stretched up high, open to the sun like a bed.

I turned around, pulled into the drive, witnessed my eyes upon his happy face. Relaxed in his sturdy stance, the weight of the world, so small it could dance in the light. I mirrored his gesture until I realized the beauty in aligning my eyes towards the light. I stood next to my brother, the lover of nature, naturally harmonized with time- to shine.

We danced in the shadows, made puppets of the stretch. Then, behind me cast a breath of the only companion fit to run with the Tiger. The horse caught a glimpse of mine, ran away in a path of eight. His figure, respectfully thankful of my practice. Just to observe, he sat underneath the tree. I returned, caught in my motions until he nodded over the fence, yearning for my connection again. Relieved, finally to touch his face, he nuzzled the glow of my hand, my third eye atop his. We blessed our light to dark shades of love like the willow draped over our hearts and said we'd meet again to run free in the fluid reflections of our sea.

Unity

It is everywhere, everyone, always, eternally existent
The mind, the creator, the body, resonating anchor
The heart, familiar ascendent, categorical defendant

Raise above shine below, strung beyond the father
Piggy bank passed down; sum, forget the other
Luckily we're struck in four, two to bend wisely

As quick as it struck, sanity dove neath the rough
Like pentacles they merged
A partnership foreseen in time

Elements beyond the gateway that lead to this transmission