Diving into the natural stream of abundance…

No turning back
There is no lack
No need to push it
Got it all right here
Giving in to the force field
Always more to share

Shrine maker

Shrine maker                                                                                                                                                     11/12

(For Lillian Blades the Artist)

By  Zarah I. Rose

She: Surrounded by virtue

Bejeweled in ancestor spirit.

Protected by Uma Shrines, Iya visitation

You, my sweet friend, are always free.

Free to simply be

Yourself and anyone else you wish to be.

Your hands a comforting sage of color

A gratitude of visions

Your mind full of generous devotions

Sweet dancing soul of innocent wonder, nurturer of womban wit

Celebrate your shiny crown

Pose on your golden throne

See you are free, to be anyone

You wish to be …

And free to simply be.

Free to channel your Most High visions

Into masterpieces of reverence

Quilting a city in layers of rainbows

Telling the shaman tale

Speaking the good Goddess into

Color and textures

You are free my dear, free to be into whatever you want to be

Or simply be

And this is what the world needs

Embracing Freedom

Embracing Freedom

Been under the cool blue moon of stars ancient and before

 I sat by ocean tide, it’s ripples in my shore

Been here on the concrete, the uniform done donned

Stepping to this other drummer to keep d electric on

Though deeper in my eyes I know a different tune

One of many visions and one of many moons

Instead of constant service and work for very little

I rhyme and dance and love with joy into the middle

Ground is where I start, though height is where I fly

Give myself the longest run, I release and start to glide

“Whooooooshhhhh”

Sun on my back, wind on my face…my eyes stretch far ahead

To meet the newest grace, my is heart open, willing to be fed

Break good bread and rest my weary head

“Seeeelahhhh“