We stand you and I
at a mirror of gratitude,
waves of heart moving through glass.

Vibrations hug,
while music of breath circulates
between stance in distances.

Moments melt away,
as vision carries eyes to see smile.

Peace permeates,
in a realm of gratitude
from one poet soul to another.

Time to celebrate us two
With another poem.

Love is a grand song,
traveling through universe.
Feel it, you'll like it.

Breath it into lungs.
Embrace love as gift it is.  
Love is in your cells.

Time to sit at desk
with computer before me
and tap away.

Tap, allowing letters to be stung like pearls.
until a final word attaches it all.

Time to break from busy day
and play on a keyboard where sounds of mind
echo on screen.

Thoughts gel into verses
until a final vision is laid to rest.

Until reader reactivates
the  song at days end,
from a writers tired mind.

Marshmallow-like
animal clouds
tickle eyes
marching in a grey sky.

They call many
to gaze up and partake
in natures show.
They dance in formation
as wind whistles,
and thunder becomes a band leader.

Marshmallow clouds begin to merge,
as song of raindrops start
suggesting all take cover
to watch from inside.

When droplets of crystalized bands
have played against umbrella instruments
long enough the parade ends.

Concluding with a beautiful rainbow
where invitations are made
to echo wishes
and clouds march away.

Can you see my fairy wings?
     Their expand wide
         spreading
                             at night
                                                  taking off
     from bed to drift in stars a-glow.

Can you see me gliding in your dreams?
I drift slowly
                         gracefully
                                                      sending wishes
                 for you to carry in awake time.

Can you see me tickling your senses?
     I move inviting
                               your own
                                                         grand wings
       to open so we can play.

Play in the realm of dreams.

When in the PRESENT moment
we HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY
to realize that
We are a present
to self, and rest of the world.
THAT is why they call it a present.



Open to the PRESENT
and all its possibilities
like it is your birthday
everyday
because you are a
GIFT


THE PRESENT of today
is to open it
and forget about
THE PAST.

And I at 55,
shall take my inner child's hand
to swim in ocean with sharks
and dolphins unafraid.

And I at 65,
shall take my inner child's hand,
to dance in supermarke aisles
and sing freely off key.

And I at 75,
shall take my inner child's hand
and parchute inside Bermuda skies
to feel freedom.

And I at 85,
shall take my inner child's hand,
and jump inside Summers rain
to splash in puddles grand.

And at 95 shall take my inner child's hand
and rest with dreams...
I think not I much rather live them.

We are all gifts
meant to gift each other
inside our greatness.

Unwrap you heart
share a smile, a hug
even a wink.

It will travel far
inside airs sweet energies.
And you never know
where it will end up.

in the flesh
means
I
am
Alive.
Precious.
Divine.
Eternal.
One-of-a-kind.
Sacred,
and Smart.
Yeah me!
I’m
awake.
Are
You
?

Floating in a galaxy of words I echo
radiating light of love and compassion.
Prayers whistle from beating heart.
Songs echo activating
my dream-state reality.

I rise to dance in wind, as pen etches
out for a new consciousness.
I move in footsteps to radiated
on earths sacred ground.
I am an avatar of the written word,
calling to eyes to open and receive  
a grand awakening. celebration.
May the celebration begin
as whispering light
filters within to feel peace.
Peace inside the gift of life.

IF I didn't have
the  feeling of being alone,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
the sadness of being friendless,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a mother who dishonored me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a lover who abandon me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
dreams at times shattered,
I wouldn't be who I am.
Full of LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
for myself and others
I am who I am

Everlasting spring time,
occurs when love anchors.
Roses in eyes bloom.
Wind of breath caress.
Moments melt away.
And music of TWO hearts beat as one.

With breath taken,
the poet within is released.
She follows the melodies of heart.
Words tumble out with an exhale.
Verse builds with a focused gaze.
And soon, I the poet can rest,
knowing her words are anchored
in waves of text
upon an imprinted page.

Death, is the doorway
to another world.
Where time is non existent,
and memories follow.

Death, is a window
to another realm.
Where opportunities exist
for growth of soul.

Death, is a archway
to another demension
Where love intergrates
consciousness.

And life eveloves
to celebrate.

Wake up and touch faith.
Move
with spark of Divine.
to be
creator beings
with love.

In breath I
visit my minds
mysterious hallways.  

It took me into many
hills and valleys.
The walls
were covered with cells
that echoed like birds
trying to get my attention.

I realize it is ego castles
constructed since birth.
Not a place I wanted to be for long.

It played songs
of second guessing,
control, and judgments.

The melody
drowns out heartbeats
trying to filter into
my consciousness with lies.

With another focused breath  
I traveled
into the heart,
where grand music plays.

It echos making me
feel empowered to dream.
The caverns
give me comfort
with its love infused beat.

I am home
and whisper my gratitude
for a place
I now visit often.

The light of love surrounds
dancing in waves within without.
They come anchoring in breath.
Sweet the inhale is
as senses catch its rhythm,
Grand the moment is,
as vibrations echo like birds
luxurious song.

Waves of love continue
moving to grace essence
awakening senses.
Sweet the moment is,
as I see with new eyes.
Grand the moment is,
as I sing with new voice.

I now awakened to know
I’m an expression of God.
A container that houses the Divine.
A gift of expanding energies
that stands in power
to take hands with Godhead
to be co-creator I am.

Thusly I am an etching of actions
in the scriptures of humanities history
but for a glimpse
before
going back to a place with no time
Oh how sweet it is
and how grateful I am.

Bliss...
Becomes
light
integrating
Serenade of
Silence

face
in mirror image
Inner Child lurks.

Shyly smiling cross distances
of shinny glass moon.

She's awake with needs
like I as well.
Whispering in wind.

Hello, hello.
Can anyone hear me?

I hear and shall not
turn away,
but face her
inside shadows path,
while etheric arms hug.

Yes I do hear
our heartbeats join,
as rustling winds blow
and balanced breath
grounds.

Oh, I shall follow
to comfort gently,
mesmerized by eyes
of diamond fields blue.

And As moment brings
endearing smile
to rise within.

I now wander
in a dream,
releasing love.
And she cradles a new memory.

Happiness is ataling a deep breath
to  ground with love.  
It opens me to the wisdom
that lies in hearts portal.
It reminds me I am here
to assist humanity in these new times.

Here! Here!
To the breath that carries answers
inside a meditative place.

Yes happiness is remembering
I can breath life
into every moment for peace.

When one awakens to move
out of the matrix of limitations
brought on by society...
they realize who they are
as divine,
sacred,
unique,
gifted,
eternal,
AND never alone.

When one awakens to their true self
they drink the champaign of breath
and celebrate awake and alert.
It's a God's given gift.

Heres to You reader,
the one I hold my glass to.

I dance on the edge of forever
in a lifetime in human form.

Drinking fine wine inside moments
of memories gathered.

I danced exuberant by cool breeze
and smells after storms.
and with fairies that grace forest.

I celebrated intoxicated
by a child's inquisitive nature
and laughter that flows like music
to match birds tune.

I danced on the edge of life with gratitude
inside dreams that echo in heartbeats.
to drift with ecstasy under satin sheets.

The place I love to be.

MAY we dance together each inspiring the other.
MAY our words have eyes 
to see grand landscapes worthy to scribe.
MAY we meet on highways of a snow white page
to make footprints of words together.
And MAY all receive the energies of a smile and blessing I send.

Grand the poet is with words
that shimmer in mind.
That vibrate to give a song sound.
That inspires to light
a darken hall mind.

Grand the scribe is,
uncovering where heart
may not go.
Where eyes play in
playground of words.
Where a place of invisionary flowers
and seeds for self grow.

Grand a writer is setting
sail in their own minds.
Expanding in breath to voice feelings
that open consciousnesses.
That allow reader to anchor
to pause in ones life
to see.

As you awake to power of positive thoughts and intention. Allow them to LEAD THE WAY TO LET YOUR DREAMS SURFACE
result will be harmony.


StarBG © 2017

An HP sun radiates in sky
with its rays of words.
It tweaks poets near and wide
to expand their hearts.
To take to page and write
in scripted song.

The hello poetry sun shines divinely
even when clouds stop for a time
before passing.
Even when sun changes guard with moon
who continues shinning catching suns whispers.

A hello poetry sun and moon speak
to make way for a deluge of poetry to anchor.
Verse both short and long found
with the simple a tap of Hellopoetry.com.

Music calms the soul
and awakens the sleeping.
It sings in ears
and travels to heart.
It merges with breath
to vibrate light.

Music, a gift
that comes gallantly,
as feet dance
and voice sings.

How grand it is,
to be different and yet similar.

To embrace
our own land of a playground
and yet be connected
by way of portals of the mind.

How great it is,
to sculpt our lives
releasing the old scripts fed us
to rise with new energies of light.

To weave love
into the group conscious matrix.
releasing fear replacing it
with compassion.

Great it is
to be alive.
To awaken to our greatness,
and help the world shift
with the power of love.

I'm adorned with poetic words
as if jewelry forged in mind.

Words, become diamonds sparkling like stars.
Phases, stings of pearls displayed graciously.
Punctuation, precious stones
waiting to shine on page.

Jewelry is priceless, taken from vault in heart.
A gift to reader, as I
carefully strut it across page
for all to see.

Inside moment of breath
in mind I plant a seed.
I water it with love.
Tend to it with trust.
Surround it with energies of intent,
and sprinkle it with prayer.

At proper time it blossoms.
First,
as mirage in dreamscape.
Then,
into reality to celebrate,
to born yet another miracle
as a co-creator
of my life.

Clouds gather
merging in size.
To the simple human,
sleeping in the 3D realm
its the sky doing its natural thing.

To the awakened one
it's cloud cover for
the grand ship of loving aliens
here to observe
and aid as needed.

Everyone lives their path
to awaken or sleep
if the soul chooses

But... there will be a time
where the majority awaken
and we take our place
with our galactic neighbors.

Clouds expel their droplets
of moisture,
parting for magnificent sun.
So with rainbow divine
and afternoon, I wander.
Skipping ropes with colors
to align with my inner child.

AND I SHALL SAUNTER,
CROSS FIELDS OF SUNFLOWER DREAMS,
FEELING THE COOL BREEZE
AS BEES TICKLE PETALS SOFT
WITH A YELLOW GLOW
LIKE MORNING SUN.

I SHALL STAY IN MOMENT
WHILE CLOUDS ARE READIED TO RELEASE MORNING MEAL
TO FEED FLOWER FRIENDS WHO BOW IN WIND.

YES I SHALL MOVE WITH GRACE
TAKING HEED TO RUN
AS IF STALLION CROSS FIELD PRECIOUS
UNITES WITH MOMENT.

AND I SHALL WHISPER MY GRATITUDE
AS NEW DAY DAWNS AND I AM HERE TO CELEBRATE.
CELEBRATE CONNECT TO
BE MOVING FULL OF EXPANDING SUNFLOWER ENERGIES.

Be Be Be your greatness.
The gift you are.

Scream it, from the highest mountain.
Dance it, in steps of day.
Echo it, below shinning moon.
Share it inside a hug.
Whisper it, behind heartbeats breath.

Be Be Be your greatness.
The world deserves to see it.

Consciousness is expanding
for this planet.
Can you feel it?
Can you hear it,
inside wind and rain?

Consciousness liberates
the souls journey
Will you choose it?
Will you embrace it,
inside change in moment.

Ride the wave of love,
the essence of the universe.
We are birthing
a new way,
a new world.

StarBG © 2017

In a relationship of love,
I peacefully move,
attuned to music of heart.

Love of gentle cool breezes.
Of grand suns sacred glow,
and mountains majestic view anchors.

Love of union with divine breath.
Of Mother Earths divinity,
and Sky’s vast beauty.

Love of animals who share earth.
Of moments mystery that unfolds.
And gifts ready to share.

Love of one who makes me sing.    
Of rain drops that lightly falls,
and seasons that change.

Love of divine spirit family.
Of dancing inside sweet dreams
and magic of life.

In a relationship of love,
I peacefully move
awakened to souls grand self.

IN SPACE OF BREATH
I
swim with ears
that hear musical
intelligence vibrating.

I
drift with airs life force
that expands cells
to receive guidance.

I
feel grand inhale
that gifts self
with great wisdom.

I
am blessed
to breath inside
spaces of knowledge,
as I
gracefully twirl,
with endless possibilities.

I caught a cold like I caught the vision of a beautiful day.
Therefore I didn't feel so sick.
I only felt grateful.

Sitting inside a meditative breath
I wander,
drifting my consciousness into a matrex of light.

Spiraling colors surround
tweaking my senses,
as I enter higher frequency so heart opens.

Breath becomes my compass.
Moment dissipates opening doorways
to places unknown.
Light images appear welcoming me,
as breaths carry me to mountain peaks.

I move in gyrating footsteps
celebrating my journey
as beings greet me with love
and admiration.

Spirits smile widely,
encouraging me to let go of old baggage
heavy and unnecessary.

Their tall figures sing out
not in words
but feelings that move straight to heart.

Truth vibrates
inside colorful mists
that weave into every cell,
as I take in more air.

Life force energies
allow entities to hug
guiding my soul essence
into fields of love to implant blessings.

Another deep breath lets me understand,
I’m a warrior, co creator
and part of the hand of God.
on mission to aid all to find the inner love.

Once I’ve accepted gifts given
in realm of LOVE,
I receive an open invitation to come back anytime.

Anytime to revitalize,
in place where love illuminates self to know they are sacred.

And as I leave one more message
is instilled in mind...
that this place is where earth is headed.

I stand,
at break of day
grateful for the night that carried me in dreams.

I stand
to the West,- whispering to our ancestor spirits
North- sending praise to our fairy kingdoms,
South -whispering to the goddess of wind,
and East - celebrating to our guides.

I kiss them with my gratitude,
as sunlight
kisses the moon away.

Cha Ching, Cha Ching, has great ring.
Moving inside ears,
as you play it washes way
all your silly fears.

Problems they do slip away
look odds aren't high.
Maybe I will play some more.
It's something fun to try.

Cha Ching is yes a sound I like.
I have won I can say.
I got  17 whole cents.
It really made my day.

Below the moon,
In-between
winds circulation
and the quiet
lies a vortex to the dream world.

Sleepy eyes, and intention
will bring you to its entranceway.
A let go of the day will perpetuate
one into a different reality-
giving a break from earths playground.