I with visions sit,
perched before tablet.
Wings expand infused with words
and fly with poetry gracefully.
Inspiration comes in delicate wind
and sun's rays.
Poetry sets me free.

I shall ride the night light through the stars
into the galaxy where love pulsates
Where time stops,
and vibrations of spinning planets sing.

I shall ride the evening glow of moon
that becomes fuel for a journey
with my galactic friends
to celebrate life.

What a fabulous trip it is.
One filled with grateful as celestial harmony meets soul
and I dance with dreams in the galaxy of love.

Lines blank call
like void of creation to birth.
They grab my attention
luring poet mind
to commence firing away.
It fires in blasts of gratitude,
jarring empty spaces of thoughts.

Phases that have no connections
until pen touches paper,
or fingers touch keyboard.
Until I shout out to another writer
named Francie who inspired
to fill this void.

apprehensiveness
I
reach
out.

Exhilarated by passions.
Titillated by visions.
Sexed up with desires
plunge is taken
whisper
of
I love you
song is played.

Music of two hearts
crescendos.
Fevers rise.

Oh la la
love is grand.

Love defines the compassion of God. The vibration
that feeds inside ones cellular body. It’s the fuel of wisdom
and expansion that travels from breath into consciousness.
The path that humanity is now awakening to.

Love and compassion is in ones DNA
that expands in order for all to grow and prosper.
Humanity is on its road of expansion from the dark times
where only sadness and cruelty lived
to the time of recall
so all connect to light
and the potential we carry
is felt.

The flowing ******* power of love
is now moving gracefully.
And its the time of graduation to celebrate
at the conscious doorway  of new beginnings.
To have recognition of
the innate powers present
as alignment of the soul grounds
within
to embrace ones true eternal self.

Things are now shifting so our relationship to God, our gifts of knowing and understanding with compassion, peace, joy, abundance, and love as meant to be.
We are living entities of divinity meant to put down the rules of religious structure so we live
in hearts with all of Gods songs of wisdom.

Rise and Shine world
the playing field of this galaxy is now in full gear
for all to be reborn.

I breath deep taken the moment
collided with silence.
Time to listen for the buried wisdom.
It whispered "Silence is everywhere, especially
after a prayer where wish is processed
for realities window.


StarBG © 2017

The vicious ego dog has bitten.
Tearing my cord of optimism,
My connection to heart.

Its deadly grip
***** life force energies
and truth as I gasp for air.

It vibrates with words
drowning out heart whispers,
severing flow of
God's symphony of words.

And so I crawl trying to stand
the way I was before depression hit

Trying to see sun behind
clouded skies.
attempting to release
untruths that bombard with
bullets of judgements
that go deep.

Only cure shots from an angels voice,
guide or The Divine.
Fortitude and focus becomes friend
to fight the ill results
until healing begins
and dog is put to sleep.

Walk on Mother Earth...feel the pulsation of love
flow through you and let the tree of life grow
within.

***

All those walking on earth are lighthouses
meant to shine for one another with beam of love,
compassion and forgiveness.

beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
  Beauty in the eye of ones little marble
that glows from sun of heart.

It's crystal circle pulsates to another.
It’s that other that radiates back
their inner beauty.
Thusly, beauty jells and is set
for the eye of the beholder
to see a true love.

Like sun who always shines even when it rains,
I take its inspiration
and shall shine as well
during dark times of
struggles in life to proclaim its usefulness
knowing it's all part of the journey
Divine and Precious.






StarBG © 2017

Enlist the moment by giving the mind instructions to align with happiness,
and when you do happiness follows.

insanely
filled
with
poetic
words
that
I
scribe
to
make
me
sane.

Dear God,
Thank you for streaming through me so I know I am divine, sacred
and endowed with gifts.
So I can align with my thoughts
to help orchestrate life.

Mucho thanks
that I can heal by releasing emotions to rise in the vibration of love.

Gracias 
for being part of me so I may be an avatar of love and annoint others.

Thanks
to the co creators we are
so I may be your right hand
for humanity in these new times.

Inside an ode the melodies linger
pressing inside ears and mind.
Ode’s continue to echo
celebrating all I see.

And as dusk leads
to a peaceful transition
where moon shines high
and bed calls with blanket of stars
above,
I sing an ode to self.
An ode for getting through the day
of challengers.
Challengers meant to be shared
in but another poem.

If there is no way, the heart shall lead.
tickling with wisdom
in-between heartbeats.

The heart will triumph
playing its tune of confidence
serenading as compass.

Yes if there is no way
heart will make one
for dancing feet to follow
and lovers to meet.

WORDS,
are in my blood,
circulating, as a vital part of my essence.

They trickle challenging me,
to orchestrate upon open field of page.

They travel in-between ticking of clock
to create landscapes, as time slows.

WORDS,
are infused in my dancing steps,
as mind plays in playground of verse.

They evolve from one to another
making a golden thread
for a wandering readers eyes.

They are a gift wrapped
in a deep breath ready to explode,
as feeling center and writer guides echo.

WORDS,
are a sacred commodity
valued by both writer and reader.

They form behind tears to float on page
demonstrating sadness, or injustice.

They move inside rays of sun
to makes one smile peacefully.

WORDS
are stored in my writers treasure chest
in heart as they bring visions into reality.
As they gift the world to see and understand.

In my childhoods shadowland,
I wander
trying to purge remains of
hindering dark.

Ghosts rear their heads
to remind of things unsolved.

Pains like broken heart,
untrue judgements
and exclusion.

I raise my sword to fight
ego dragons that wish to
keep me trapped in cave
of thoughts.

No I am a champion
and shall win
with blade of breath
and focus.

I shall triumph to walk
in sun where shadows
are burnt away
and only
rainbow light remains.

Along railway path,
of a dream reality we shall meet.
Dancing with energy of the wind.

Breaths merge
with the mellow, autumn atmosphere.
Moments dissipate
into a place of no time.

Our essences rise
to catipult us into
spiraling kaleidoscope vibrations.

Freedom is ours,
as we celebrate in the land of light.

We are never alone so to dance with self is to dance with your guides, higher self, and angels and even ancestors. So do carry on inside light of your true essence.

I had a brain ****
and thought today
was Monday.

I caught it's odor of untruths
running around
trying to make appointments.

Until, deep breath
made me realize
it was Sunday.

Just a senior moment
where gas, like thoughts were released
inside mind.

In a silent scream
against night walls I lie,
in a bed where hours drag
and sadness enters.

No one can hear me.
No one can help,
as my toucher is embedded in sheets
of energies orchestrated by higher self
from another lifetime.

Bugs crawl engulfing my body
and NOTHING can change it
until my healing is done.

NOT changing of the sheets,
bringing in the bug brigade spray,
or even a shower in lights dim,
helps.

The itching is unbearable sometimes,
as I twist and turn
in corridors of a restless dream
half a wake.
Sometimes my body feels like hot coals
are thrown on me.
Other times I release a thunderous tear
as
guiding hand I try and scratch.

Bearing it I do as I know it has a higher purpose
and when it gets too difficult I take
two pills above the normal.

Bearing it I do,
hoping my healing process will end soon
to my spirits specifications.

My nightmare only comes at night,
and by morning all bites and markings
are gone
as prayer goes out
in hope I am done.

Done as another sun rises,
and I move in a light-worker fasion
with visions to scribe.
Scribe, as sun rises on but another day
that hold my gratitude.

Everyday should be opened up like a present for ALL to celebrate.
And, to realize that every day
is a birthday.

A day where one births
new experiences, and gathers wisdom
A day to expand
and celebrate the self.

It feels grand with rolling breath
and dancing steps.
It feels divine with moment that releases peace and harmony.

Try it
You'll like it.

There are THREE secrets to Happiness
SELF LOVE
CONNECTION TO GOD
AND GRATITUDE.

There are SIX secrets to Contentment
TRUST
PATIENCE
FORTITUDE
SELF LOVE
CONNECTION TO GOD
AND GRATITUDE.

There are NINE secrets to Peace.
BREATH
ONENESS
DREAMS
TRUST
PATIENCE
FORTITUDE
SELF LOVE
CONNECTION TO GOD
GRATITUDE

StarBG © 2017
Star Blossom Goddess
Intuitive/Channeler, Leader of Temple of love, Sound Healer,
Emissary of Love, Angel card reader,
Spiritual Lecturer and workshop facilitator
Teacher, Coach for Peace, Writer, Children’s entertainer/storyteller

With lucid heart
my beats intice one
with open ears and mind.

Song plays gracefully,
divinely, with purpose
to ignite soul within
human form.

A vessel needing
to be explored
to find diamond within.
A form pulsating
with God's love.

Signs surface to confirm one's greatness.
Bells ring merging with heart.

Time to sing and dance along
letting go of all one fears.

Living inside the energy of love and peace are the natural desires of the human form. The true threads  that will end separation and judgement. The essence and our birthright.

Have A Great Day.

And I shall write poetry
wandering in my field of words.
My breath centers in search.
My footsteps gear-up to dance.

I shall write poetry
letting fingers glide on key board
floor.
My visions painting a landscape.
My body balanced in light.

And write poetry I shall
sending a love letter to many eyes.
A letter that awakens dreams.
A letter that sings as my spirit soars.

If I was a cat with a poetic heartbeat,
I would be uniquely endowed with wings.
When spread, I would glide to window cil
of poet burning midnight oils with verse.

I would lightly touch their consciousness,
to meow of verse or two.
Inspiration would flow grand,
inside moment so true.

Hand of sage could feel the urge,
to write a vision pure.
Writing would not be a task,
but blessing thats for sure.

Poet and cat would feel Yes one,
to end poem in the night.
Bard will echo with their thanks.
and all would be alright.

As a cat I will sleep well,
to fly another day.
Sending praise to all who write,
inside a sacred day.

In the land of imagination I travel,
feeling the tickle of my inhale.
Butterflies drift in rainbow welkins.
Red and blue infused in leaves wave.

In the land of imagination I linger,
as beings with magical wings spiral gracefully.
As guides sing in grand orchestration
ushering in the moment.
And with just a thought bespeaks become reality.

It's a grand place where heart is a field
of creative mist of waterfalls and dreams are just seconds away.

I eat poetic words for breakfast
and spit out poetry.
I let my coffee jump start my day.
with muffin dipped in
waves of verse.

After eating lunch,
consisting of a jargon filled sandwich.
I start again writing from a full stomach,
as dust revels itself on banks of sky.

I shall take compass of heart
and brave the mountain peak celebrating life.

Letting roots go deep into Gia’s sacred soil.
Allowing breath in moment to merge with light.

I shall let the mountainous highway be roadmap
to harmony as I climb upward with grace.

Letting dreams surface with every step.
Allowing forces of love to anchor
as I move
into expansive hallways with love.

Just yesterday coats hung dormant.
Temperatures rose to mid sixties.-
People gathered in outdoor malls.
Just a memory now
that lingers as snow falls
and my gears shift.

One writer to another,
carries a secret bond
that tickles within.

Its that experience
of a pull in dead of night
causing dam to open
as feet ground
to walk with poised pen.
That pulls
when overpowering pain
in mind must be expelled.

One writer to another has
a treasure chest of words
that call at any given time.
They mount to gift world and self.
They mount as this writer whispers gratitude.

When one knows who they are INSIDE heart
than words from others
can't stick and situations
will not deter as THEY are unable to alter greatness.

Open the doorway to your heart.
Move in its chapel walls.
to find the magic as you wander.

Once inside, dance to the heartbeat that plays.
Breath to feel the energies housed there
and heal as any cracks disappear.
Let yourself drift with the riches stored
in its illuminated walls.

Once inside, listen to the wisdom that echoes.
Find the serenity and truth of who you are.
Visit often as you allow its sacred place
to wash away fears, loneliness, and lack.

Once inside, align with your own beauty.
Connect to Divine Source to recall your birthright.
Let its wisdom filter in your conscious mind
so you find the love housed there,
to transmute dark and sing with hope.

Open the doorway to your heart
Move in its chapel walls.
Only you hold its key,
for Peace,
Joy,
and Harmony.

I am an angel cloud,
whispering a story
to the passing wind.

It hugs and tickles
spinning self as sun shines.
Wind tweaks gently
shaping into
  forms to match tale.

Configurations display grandly,
as I swirl about
in tones of blue
to share a story to the sky
as birds and sun take witness.

Writing,
is a matter
of picking up pen,
drifting aligned to mind
Or singing with hearts voice
that emerges,
to mesh fantasy with reality.

Writing,
is a matter of
stopping hands of time,
so reader can get a glimpse into
a scene
from creative soul.

Writing,
a doorway
where visions lie
ready for a visiting eye.

Key of focus is all thats needed.

One dream
Two souls
Three breaths
Four prayers    
Millions of fantasies
And
Wow!
Lifetime partner
arrives.

One dream
Two souls
Three words
Four hours
Five days
Thousands of fantasies
And
Fate rules
soulmate’s gone
one heart-burns.

एक सपना
दो रूह
तीन साँसें
चार नमाज़
लाखों कल्पनाएं
तथा
वाह!
लाइफटाइम पार्टनर
आता है।

एक सपना
दो रूह
तीन शब्द
घंटों तक
पांच दिन
हजारों कल्पनाओं
तथा
भाग्य के नियम
आत्मामाता चले गए
एक दिल जला

My eyes rejoice clapping lids
for the beauty of Mother Gia’s land.
Mountains, and oceans
capture my senses
in a whirlwind of happy.

My heart rejoices clapping in song
for the animals who have aided humanity.
From dogs to elephants,
whales to chipmunks,
ALL causing vibrate of gratitude.

My mind rejoices in clapping visions,
for being aligned and aware,  
knowing WE are responsible
to be caretakers of Earth.

My breath rejoices in clapping fashion
celebrating freedom inside the
rekindling of unity.

Hooray for Humanity.