Universal tone

We linger in the sands of memory
sliding beneath-
no mark remaining,
nothing concrete,
A mere echo of what once was
like grasses gathering piles,
this and that caught up
in the Western wind that blows,
the universal tone
like singing bowls
reaching in to the soul
calling you home.
Still blue green waters calm
like gentle rain in thick forests,
heady scent filling
the senses,
the memorys hold
gathering in perhaps to remember
if only for this moment
we lay like stones under the sun,
pieces of stars fallen
on windswept dunes we gather
reading the signs written above
reflective on water in reverse
from start to finish
we become at peace
in solitary fashion,
decorating this life
with who we are,
what we’ve become.

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I cannot give name yet,

No title to claim and change your thought

To the meaning of these words,

Letting themselves slip in

Unfiltered by a symbol,

Like the man formerly known as,

We all know the name

We all set words to the feeling

As we stand on the edge of our eternity wondering,

Waiting for someone,

Something to lead the way

And though we know there is no map,

No Google earth that can take that snapshot in time

Of a place we remember,

Of yards where dogs much smarter than we,

Stare up into the sky knowing

There is so much more out there

Than our feeble eyes can see.

So we create technology,

Moving faster,

More impressive than the days before we knew that a mouse

Was something more than what was caught in a trap,

Or plastic games taking hours to create,

Or caught within a quick cats paw.

Yet we still question,

Endlessly we question

And still stand on that edge with no answers.

But at some point in time we stop,

Perhaps accidentally or maybe even on purpose,

We linger and slow down long enough to gaze in the mirror,

To see the eyes that never quite come to rest out of fear,

Fear of being seen,

Or of knowing that the answer,

Like a simple prize valued in the Cracker Jack box,

Fingers sticky within a cardboard box digging,

Ripping open the thin paper of red, white and blue,

The one with the familiar dog that beckons us,

We in excitement so eager to break in to see our prize,

The same one that’s been here waiting all this time,

This plastic magnifying glass that will unearth the cosmic answer

The long awaited prize of an answer that we discover,

Had been lying within us,

The face in the mirror,

The one that always knew

Answers that sit on the tongue,

like the teachers pet who suddenly is afraid

Of standing out for knowing….

There’s so much more beyond the scope

But dare to search,

Lest we become disdained,

Hated for being ourselves

And shining out loud.

Minutiae of evening

Aromas rise

Crackling seeds pop off pans

Jack-O-lantern jumping beans

Scent of chili and garlic butter,

Mmmm, almost there.

Found the time to empty

Pretty orange shells

As chilled wind nips cheeks,

Feast or famine

I choose snacks.

Background noise to break the silence,

Long lost movie runs on fifty inches

As Saint Elmo’s fire burns,

Faces so young and familiar

Imaginary heroes of youth,

Don’t miss the drama 

Of The yesterday now gone,

Just seeing images of big hair

Eighties music and the gangs all there.

The winds will come

As the sun rises and I dread the cold,

But if the power slips into nothing

And I’m here hanging with my tribe,

The seeds will suffice to fill the void

Of a hot cooked meal denied,

One more reality

That fall is slipping away

With the empty skins in fields for deer

And frost will find me waiting

The simple days not gone

With pumpkin seeds warm from baking,

Hanging out with my old friends,

Demi and Emilio and Rob.

Don’t worry, three big pumpkins worth of seeds, don’t worry, I’ll save you some….maybe…..okay, one or two at least…..addictive little things.

Lovely photo found at : http://www.eckerts.com/pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkin-seeds/

Sleeping giants

Reaching down
Lifting one by one
The lovely colors of sleepless dreams
Each disappointment
Every bit of sadness wrapped
In granite packages
Lifting up
Setting down
Moving the pieces from here to there
Each image of caring
Every scene of loneliness
Each whisper of unkind words
The actions so very wrong,
Sparkling like crystal
Lit from within by the power given
Lift it up
Set it back down
Climbing higher each symbol
To block the sun that refused to shine
Except in fleeting moments
Caught between a cloud
And the tallest tree.
Tossing another one on,
Keep picking up the rounded smooth stones
Stacking up and up
To see one carelessly roll down
And landing with a thunk on my foot
Bringing the realization to the minds awareness.
To see the castle created
Made of elements found
In parched and dry places
Where the sleep swept away the water
And left the desert behind
And these stones,
More stones as far as I can see
Tripping up the path
Losing balance,
Turning to find
The clearing where I left it behind,
Where emptiness waits
For me to tire,
The wind laughs like a comical jester
To carry it all,
Piece by piece,
Stone by stone
To try to change the balance
To remember once more
And finally To let each stone fall
Into the place it was meant to be
And to not have the need
For pristine mountains
To be content and rested
On the cleared path
Meant for me.

So very tired lately and each thought I keep stacking higher and higher, then I stopped and realized that it really is ok to just let it go, each thought, each thing needing to be tended to, when I looked up to realize the mountain I had made, how very emptying it left me I needed to turn around to seek the silence, to let go….to remember me, to just be. It feels good to be back, I’ve missed you my friends. Surrendering to the much-needed peace. Namaste.

Observing it all

Swimming on the ceiling
Just a bit off
I watch as it moves like strokes in water
Gliding here and there
Against eggshell white
Standing out in his black finery
Seven legs left
Keeps on moving
To his unknown destination.
(Letting a spider live….priceless…just stay out of the bed please)

I am richer for the moment
Rushing through the dark fields on my way
To start this, another day
And intruding upon a conversation
Feeling awkward I slowly drive on by
Two bucks watching me as if to say
Uninvited…now go away.
They turn back to resume
And off I zoom.
(Two very large apparent deer friends with each a nice rack, chatting roadside about the price of coffee perhaps?)

Forlorn perhaps she waits in the road
Searching for the kindness of a soul
Her world turned upside down
This cosmic traveller in dire places
He gathers her gently
Calling her by name
And viewing her head sees the roadmap
To the stars
Connect the dots and connection
He carries her to the edge
And she takes her time
Moving on.
(A beautiful turtle saved from the road by my Dad…pics to follow below-where is she now I wonder aloud, I pray not soup will be the taste of today)just kidding.

Messengers of beauty
Long days spent in a quiet simmer
Stewpot of thoughts that swirl like carrots in the pot
Breaking up to become part of the whole,
Wood collected from silent forests
And the hound lingers close
Protection of the maiden
Or a push to finish, to begin
The time of play.
I pull up the drive
The end of the day
Where the feathers found waiting
Like a deck of tarot
Beautifully spread
I find myself in awe
At the magnificent instead
And hold them up for the light to see
This amazing bit of nature
For me.
(Came home to eight bags of charcoal for the grill master and a bounty of feathers, connected together and wow…..amazing)



To finish…the turtle lived…I think, and the turkey I am told decided to get a haircut and is thriving someplace out west…the feathers just too much for the heat….

Harvest moon verse

Silhouettes of trees stand guard
Over dreams of nights lit by
A thousand fireflies rising
Crackling like a first fall fire
And the moon perched,
The scenes of acts played out
Of visions created in sleepless minds
And the body that often feels so tired
Moving through to touch
The earth
Gathering ashes to form
Castles of nothing.
I watch you come to me
Sweet moon on high you cast aside
Your robes of clouds
Naked for my eyes,
My thoughts to fantasize
Of similar nights
And words spoken
And those left unsaid.
I sleep beneath your eternal gaze
And wake to find the lavender pink
Filtered through a haze
Of this morning as she wakes
And I miss you in this moment
Yet know you shall return to find me waiting,
Spinning endless verse
On the beauty and gifts you bestow
To my heart and eternal soul
Left waiting
For a dream of knowing simmering below
In The vision of a dreamer
Awake and sleeping through
A thought of a mad man moon.

“Within the valley of shadowless death
They pray for thunderclouds and rain,
But to the multitude who stand in the rain
Heaven is where the sun shines.
The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown
And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down.
Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn
To disbelieve the sea.”
Genesis. Mad Man Moon

Undying-a collaboration finale

Long We have been separated, Love,
Though in the Dawn of Existence we Kissed Each Other Sweetly.
Born of One Spirit,
Lingering in Breathless Anticipation,
Sharing Each Thought,
Each Breath,
Each Moment,
Unified in Perfection,
Perfection in Unity.

Midnight moon comes calling
I see your form come close
Holding my breath in deeply
Your eyes fill me with dark wonder
Head tilted back to wait,
Your hands run through these silken curls
Your heart beats beneath my hands
As you lean down to claim
This aching love needed so much.
Eternity cannot separate
This blood I give for life
You will be mine sweet beauty
As I taste the force within,
Into the night we move soundlessly
Together for this eternity
As you are mine
And I am yours
A dark force to thrill
This endless romance
Will rise once more as night comes calling
Together we fly
Into the abyss
The ghostly blush of bliss
Creatures of midnight
Love alive.

Sweet Sanctuary of Love Beguiling
Ever One
Ever Lingering
Through the Midnight, Smiling,
Together as One,
Eternity unfolding,
As Time Whispers
Her Calamity,
Millennia Molding,
Two Hearts,
One Beat,
Beginning with no End
My Love,
Shall Ever Tend

Ecstacy unfolds

I hear Your voice,
Sweet, Alluring, Delicious;
And My body quivers,
a Willow in November wind;
I have no choice.

I hear You breathe,
Hushed and Rhythmic, Unconscious Seduction;
And My lips tremble,
betraying the Sweet Obsession
that lies underneath.

I feel Your Guile
Measured, Purposeful, Deliberate Plea;
And My eyes close,
Pulse Races and Reticence Scatters;
I see You Smile
As Ecstasy Unfolds.
Written by: Morgan of Booknvolume

Eyes that smolder, drawing you in
the teasing smile like a sensual sin
she gazes through, lights your soul on fire
as your thoughts burn like a funeral pyre,
her skin so smooth, so silky light
and you want it so much, this lovely delight.
Her words capture you, a sweet southern drawl
on hands and knees you’d surely crawl
to touch this maidens soft pale skin
your fingers run down as you begin
to trace her back like a delicate dance
lost in the moment of this romance.
Beguiling words to quench your thirst
for lust and life she will come first
to weave her magic on a poor souls heart
you never want to be swept apart
this wild hearted woman with a wanton need
will claim your soul, on this she’ll feed
and take you to the dream you crave
for her you’d be her beckoned slave.
She is the master of such desire
a sultry mistress you’ll never tire
as she leads you to her chamber door,
Oh God, you think…I must have more.
Writing by: Kim Of Peace, love and patchouli

Awake amidst the Morning’s shimmer,
Glimmer Smiling upon your Skin,
Begin the day with Love Beguiling,
Smiling to know the quandary we’re in!
Beyond the Whispers, Silent as Prose,
Rose Red Morning lifts her Gaze,
Haze of Fire Softly Singing,
Bringing Mischief to these weary Days!
Oh My Love, Before you Leave me,
Be my All one Moment More,
Implore from me my Heart’s Desire,
Fire Kissing a Boundless Shore!
Clandestine Love, Immortal Treasure,
Amidst stolen Moments of Exquisite Pleasure!
written by: Morgan of Booknvolume

Deliberate Plea
Deliberate Plea
You come to me
Deliberate and gentle
In my weakest moment
You gather me close
Skin touching skin
Please, let us begin.
Passion fills the air around
Touch me now,
Don’t let me down
I am filled
My cup overflowing
You are all I desire,
With you my soul is on fire
As we are love-inspiring
Take me now,
One more time.
Written by Kim of Peace, love and patchouli

Cynthia and I have been weaving our spell of romance and verse for the last few weeks and it has truly been a pleasure working with such an amazing and talented writer. Please check out her site when you get a moment. http://booknvolume.com/

On the finale the first and last verse were provided by Morgan and the middle one by me. We hope you enjoy the chain of love and thank you truly for your viewership and comments.

Lovely photos and artwork by: michelle monique @ Deviantart.com,  talantbek chekirov, Frank Bernard & Mark Spain

A spark of memory (pretzel logic)

Funny how it goes
A word
A phrase
Brings a spark of a memory
Long forgotten.
A song sends my mind into yesterday
Large places of bright lights
A child holding his hand
Money exchanged for warm curled dough
Two cups of liquid
Mustard and cheese to accompany
The white salt crusted delicacy.
Scent of yeast rise to my nose
As my hand warm from paper wrappers
And I follow him, piece by piece ripped
And dipped
Into one or the other
And the yellow dripping from his chin
As he chews slowly
Savoring each bite.
I try the one,
Yuck, not a fan of spice,
As the bite slides down my throat with a burn
And my eyes grow wide
To realize
Nope, mustard is not the flavor for me.
But hot cheese mellow
Oozing and gooey orange
I break into a grin with the delight
Wonder abound at this new treat found.
He’s been gone many years now
But I recall the shining glasses he wore
Reflections of a hundred lights above
As I looked up at him with a smile
And we listened to Kodachrome
Riding in his car as we zoomed into the day
Bellies filled with my first pretzel
So hot and soft
Like these memories that roam through
Leaving me a gentle laugh
And a pang of sadness for the child that was
And longing for days spent making memories
Living the everyday simplicity
Of a day spent trying something new
Just one spark
A lyric to wish me back
To yesterday.

After reading Nehas lyric from the sound of music this morning my mind took a turn to a memory of when I was a young girl and my Uncle Chuck upon finding out I had never tried a hot pretzel, proceeded to make a u turn and pulled into a mall in Rochester and bought me one. Maybe it’s the Bavarian thing or just a skip down memory lane but it leaves me wishing for a day off to go to the mall and just sit and people watch while eating a hot pretzel with hot gooey cheese.


Words locked within
Spun tales of wonder and fantasy
Rainy day reads wait
For light.
Held in hands these phrases
Correspondence of dreams
Immersed in escape
Imagination in form.
Page after page turning
Memories surface of days passed
And trinkets of wisdom gleaned
For but a moment there again
In your words I become you.
The feelings and emotions
Of drifting moments
Stranded in the mind of bliss
The treasured chest opens to reveal
A heart left spent and drained
It’s lifeblood penned
Into the masterpiece.

To the writers who give the greatest gifts, themselves. With each story that takes our breath away, each poem that sets the soul to life, and to the muses who never stop giving of themselves…inspiration abound.


She hung the words from
Invisible strings
Of thoughts secure
Like a slivered moon
Hanging in serenity
Above her world.
She dreamt of skies
In a cool grey dawn
That caught each syllable
Like a whisper of passion
Between the stars
In love.
She walked the path into a day
That rose to greet her
Like an old friend not yet met
And she opened her heart
To the promise
Of all that is.
She sang her song silently
Flowing from inner pools
Where mystery and bliss become entwined
In a moment of now
In a pure quiet
She came to the place
Where her heart soared high
Unfettered by sadness
And knowing no bounds
Lifted on winds
That called like a sage
That soothed her soul
Like no other.