Breathing

Breathing

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

One.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Two.

Breathe in.  Breathe out.

Three.

   Breath after breath
       put end to end
          strung together, one after another

a chronic chain breather

filling each moment

    consciously unconsciously           
    structure                      

              chaos                                                           

breath                     

until the last bit of air is drawn in

                                        until life is exhaled

                                                                   until a lifetime is fulfilled

Three.

Two.

One.

Balance

I am the line between yin & yang

Each piece of me resonates with the sound of the Universe

Be-ing

My spirit cries to be more than I currently am

My soul stands steadfast 

knowing I'm already who I need to be

Breath fills my body

light fills my soul

at the same time that darkness envelopes my being

that causes me to gasp for sustenance 

I taste the glorious sparkle of flight

While lifting each foot against the sucking mire of gravity

Until I achieve 

balance

Until I achieve

While lifting each foot against the sucking mire of gravity

I taste the glorious sparkle of flight

that causes me to gasp for sustenance

at the same time that darkness envelopes my being

light fills my soul

Breath fills my body

knowing I'm already who I need to be

My soul stands steadfast

My spirit cries to be more than I currently am

Be-ing

Each piece of me resonates with the sound of the Universe

I am the line between yin & yang

11.21.12

Glimmer of Enthrallment

I looked in your eyes and saw infinity
Your breath mingled with mine and I tasted the beginning of time
You touched my hand and I felt the pillars of the universe move
I listened to your heartbeat and heard the roar of the waters of creation

My very being rested into yours as you
bared your soul to the essence of me

I spiraled with you
away from the profane
into the endless expanse of the sacred

Watching in amazement as new edifices
rose out of the chaotic ruin of the edge of infinity

The Persistence of Time (and other love songs)

Notes: In my mind, I hear this as a lullaby.  Once I hear more of it, it will be played and recorded. Thank you, Ni-Cara, for the title!-gmh

Originally written: 8.29.11,  11:30pm.  

Slowly   slowly   slowly
   ever so softly goes the time
Stretching across the distance

until I have nothing left to give
nothing left to hide

The smell of rain
   fills the olfactory nerves
making the world fill with
the musty dusty smell of
   dirt and wet concrete

Flowers grow until they fade
   then seed, die, rebirth
  sharing their bounty in
the cycle of life

Wheels roll ever onward
   until there is no more ground
on which to roll
 And then they rocket
onto the sky, the moon,
the stars, the universe
leaving all else in its wake.

Leaving everything behind
in search for the ultimate
             question

Then the bowl tips
         the water spills
       and it all begins again

"untitled" 8.29.11, 11:18p.m.

When death is imminent
and darkness looms
We can let go and face
    the night with adventure in our hearts
with light inside our soul

When misery floods
    our very gates
and despair howls on our doorstep
We will stand with laughter on our lips
       a song within our eyes

People will see this
  and some will say,
"That gives me hope,
     to go on another day."

Others will look and declare,
  "What the FUCK are they on?"

Still others will understand
    and join in the adventure
the light, the laughter,
         the song

in a show of solidarity
    to the
indomitable human spirit
that drives us to go on

Other Side of Tomorrow

I'll see you on the other side of tomorrow

I'll take your hand and we'll both walk through the sorrow

The path looks dark and the way's unclear

It seems there's no end in sight and we're full of fear

But I know we'll make it to the other side of tomorrow   

When the winds of change make us think we've lost our way

We'll stand our ground and let the tempest rage

And we'll both be on the other side of tomorrow

We’re just tiny specks

of insignificant somethingness

flying through time & space on

a journey to nothingness

Reaching for the stars

before they’re snatched from our grasp

So I reach for your hand

knowing we’re going to follow this adventure together

even as we stand alone

on the other side of tomorrow

We’ll hoist future generations onto our shoulders

lifting them to heights we couldn’t even dream

And through them achieve immortality

On the other side of tomorrow

I'll take your hand and we'll both walk through
to the other side of tomorrow

YouTube Link to "Other Side of Tomorrow"

Re-Forming Me

Re-Forming Me

I am standing my ground
            as the tempest roars

It swirls around me
                        threatening to rend my spirit from my soul
            to shred all of time and space
to rip the essence of my being from the very fiber of my existence

I breathe in the chaos
tasting bitter
                  choking dust
            drawing in every last bit
knowing
            there has to be clean air somewhere on the other side
  sucking for my last gasping breath

Until there is nothing for me to do but exhale

I hold onto it a bit longer
terrified that the exhalations will
            redefine destruction
as the chaos
                        exits
         my being

I open my mouth to
            PUSH OUT
                        the enraged roar building
              within the inhaled
                    whirlwind
        held within my core

And

out flow blessings
out flows new growth
out flows sweet water
out flow fresh winds of change

I empty my lungs and turn myself
            inside out
to completely clear the murky hurricane
from every darkened doorway
                                    crevice
                                       and pore
of my conscious and unconscious selves

And

I inhale the changed storm
            realigning the regurgitated me
until I am once again whole
                        intact
            complete and

                                                            Still

Standing my ground

Friendship

I'm not your confessor.  I am your friend.

I'm not your therapist.  I am your friend.

I will be your confidant

            your advisor

                        your counsel             your dreamer

I will be your champion

               your protector            your holder of space

                        your holder of time

I will be your muse

            your inspiration        your breath

                        your flight

I will be all of this and more

because

          you are this to me

and

I am your friend

Commonalities

Commonalities11/16/2009


Old People   Young People
People

Straight People
Gay People
Bi People

People

Rich People   Poor People
Middle Class People

People

Tall, short, skinny, fat
 average   abnormal
     regular     unique
  happy sad
adjective ad nauseum

          People

Loki

Loki

 

He rained ice upon the world

promising promises of unspeakable delight

And utter fulfillment

Beguiling

Bewildering

Captivating

Pilfering the very breath from my bones

Freezing the marrow of my soul

Hurling my blood into roiling, wanton anticipation

Confounding desire and duty into a

bubbling morass of frenzied darkness

Burning a memory into my psyche

Of dreams hoped for

Reached for

Dashed against the rocky shore of that which couldn’t be

Faltering

Stumbling

Stopping

The ice melted

And ran in torrential rivulets

Leaving behind only the remnants of a Bacchus-filled whirlwind

Of frostbitten memory

Beltaine

(Originally posted February 15, 2011: http://www.facebook.com/#!/note.php?note_id=10150134335743086 )

Beltaine

Beltaine: Crossing Worlds in Flagstaff
By: GinaMarie

She whirls like
waterfalls and sunny glades
filled with shade.

She is a kiss of spring
in the midst of frozen winter,
a hint of laughter,
a whisper of secret passion.

Her very being is a caress that coerces excitement into existence.

Stripping off the old garments
of hibernation and winter slumber,
she entices me to slip into
a gauzy breath of summer wispyness.

All the while, glorying in the promise of
sweet trinkets of cold winter
to cool the summer heat that fills my soul.

Monsoon Prayers

(Originally posted: October 11, 2007; http://www.myspace.com/azginamarie/blog/318133237 )

Monsoon Prayers

*Written first day of measurable rainfall in summer of 2007 (July 6, 2007)

Monsoon Prayers

by: GinaMarie

clouds dim
the bright sunlight
preparing for
a solemn summertime ritual

flickering candles of lightning
flash

through the sky

thunder tolls the bell
calling all beings to worship

plants stretch their arms toward heaven
pulling sustenance down to earth

a chorus of watery spheres
chant a pattering of
silvery
voiced
hymns

accompanied by the humming flow
of wind
wending its way through
the rain
slicked
air

trees weep for joy
as water streams from the sky

soil hungrily sighs
in gulping mouthfuls
of raindrops

flowers tip their heads back
to let great torrents
wash dusty
drought
from their faces

rocks settle in more firmly
scrunching further
into the
rejoicing
earth

The Emperor's New Clothes

(Originally posted: November 6, 2007; http://www.myspace.com/azginamarie/blog/326086961)

The Emperor’s New Clothes
The Professor's New Clothes (or reflections on a Lecture)

sitting
seriously
studiously
young
bright eyes, minds
looking to change the world

sitting
seriously
studiously
old
bright eyes, minds
looking to understand the world

standing
seriously
sanctimoniously
enraptured by his own
self-importance

Transubstantiation

(Originally posted: October 16, 2007; http://www.myspace.com/azginamarie/blog/319606208 )

Transubstantiation

Forgive me father, for I have sinned

What is sin but an act of unsacredness towards another

Hail Mary, full of grace
How can I ask for absolution
when there is no guilt inside

I've rent my clothes
I've cried many tears
Sackcloth and ashes
are the garments you wish me to wear

But I have no other pennance
I can do
that will make you realize
the pain that has been dealt to you
has been your own doing

You won't be free until you release me

So drive the wooden stake
deep
through my heart
Put to death the thing
that is
tearing out your own

Exorcise the demon
that possesses your thoughts
Free the phantom that haunts
your every dream

I won't be free until you forgive yourself

YouTube Link to "Transubstantiation"

SIREN

(Originally posted: November 6, 2007 )
SIREN

Sun glints off her hair
drawing my eyes continuously back to her
Her laughter wraps around my chest
making me catch my breath
Her eyes sparkle with some unshared
secret
passion
squeezing an extra beat from my heart

Her hands
soft
cool
soothing
slide along my arm
caressing goose bumps to the surface
not knowing the response she elicits

Her magic envelopes
entrances
engulfs
me
leaving me
gasping
for air

longing
for my next encounter

wondering
if she is only
a
flight
of figment
fancy