The Magickal Pen

Flash of red ~ shadowy streams of black
Insight rises to the surface

The pointed and prodding finger of
action followed by the excision and debridement
executed with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel
~ It has begun ~

A suspension of time and space ~
caught between the harmony of adoration
and the satiety of expanse

A funnel- vortex- viscous black hole
from which we emerge victorious
having claimed the brilliance of light
~ or stuck in the quicksand and quagmire of
our desires and will

Shields blazing and creation quickening
the throbbing pulse of adrenaline
coursing through vein and artery

The echo of a wildly beating heart
summons the call to action
And all are acutely alert and aware
of the imminent change awaiting us at the threshold

Clash of Titan~ timbre of steel Will
dissection – destruction
unfathomable weight and heat~
One final blinding moment
~ And it is done ~

And, in the sobering hush of a silent re awakening
the dust clears and for those who have kept the foundation
of willing embrace close at hand
~ the realization of a single remaining
Bud of New Life that has remained unscathed ~

Cool soft lavender,
blending and merging
into a sea of powder blue caress

Loving faces~ arms outstretched
the butterfly kiss of a child’s soft lips
on rosy red cheeks

Soft, silky panels enfolding gently
like a lover’s embrace
and vibrant color of passion and
scent of Sandalwood of soft skin of ecstasy

The heart yearns to unite with another
and the sweet intoxication
of a moonlight tryst
beckons and awaits the paramours

Kiss, caress, transcendence and
heartfelt love spilling forth
to all humanity~
magnet of attraction
desiring nothing but the Beloved

And who is the “Beloved”
It is the harmonizing energy that surrounds
it is what captures the spirit and
carries it aloft
poised on wings of breath

The Beloved we all yearn for
is the shimmering reflection of our
~ Higher Self ~
bathed in the light of Divine embrace
transformed in the Womb of the Mother
and revealed only when we surrender
to our longing

Quicksilver- flash of inspiration
messenger of time’s verbosity

Inhale- take it all in
reform, rename- process
Exhale- breathe it out to the world in
torrents or gentle breeze

Gather all the pearls that lay strewn
unloosed from the thread of their silent networking
some of great worth-
others hollow forms – promises of emptiness

Emissaries of thought and mind
moving into the spotlight
or hiding in the corners and alleys of deceit

And when the perfect expression is called upon
the balance of scales weigh the measure
of safe guarding those seeds of thought within
or casting them upon the sea of humanity
swiftly-sharply- like fishermen’s nets hungry to be filled

With pregnant pause of mind
those caught within the webbing of nets are freed
and returned back to their Source
either with the cadent blow of Death or
the compassion of release

Gather all in
Breathe a sigh of release
and
Exhale profoundly

Luna
– milky white- veil of soft embrace
pools of wisdom and grace
illusions cunning mirror
and
knowledge of inner flood gates

filter and flow of celestial sight, and
velvet darkness parting the way
of expanse
bowing to your Path of Surrender

the veil parts
the portal opens
and ALL stand waiting
in anticipation of your
Sacred Kiss

Fiery fingers extended~ magnetic attraction
pointed ice of heat
beginnings and core of birth

millions of tiny seeds ~ moving ~
catalytic and combustible
moving towards and creating
a vortex of icy brilliance

to merge with this Source
to become one and yet distinct
within it’s heat of fusion

the child is born
the crown descends and
life moves forward

~the sacrifice freely given once again~

” ..the power of the ocean
the waters within my body~ the blood flowing through my veins
the salt of sweat and tears~ gentle rainfall ~
evaporating drops that form clouds
the vastness of space~the primordial waters
ebb and flow~ presence of tide
pulsing of Life and liquid
carrying me home … ” rcf

May I be a vessel of Light as we slowly transform
May I be a vessel of Love as time moves swiftly ahead
May I be a vessel of strength and serve to anchor and ground
And, may each step I take along the path be in service to the Higher Will of the Divine

Thoughts, plans, arrangements, time-lines, gifts given and gifts received
Snippets and tiny openings to what was, is and shall be

“Hope springs eternal” – the sounds of what challenges lay ahead and when
those doors will be unbarred- opened
and the fresh breeze of prosperity and Will can emerge unfettered-
cloaked in gratitude- ripe with fertility and the seeds of potentiality harmonious
with the sounds of a single breath passing through lips gently parted – anticipating the kiss
of immortality sweetened by the ambrosia of transformed lif3e- Light- luminosity
…. and once again the dark threshold is crossed

Hands carefully and tenderly holding a book- pages between-
anticipation of what new kernals of wisdom may be consumed,
chewed upon- digested- with hopes of nourishing a hungry Soul

Seeds strewn between the crevices of mind and illumined waterfalls
of gentle rain- thirsty stream of electric idea- sparks of quickening
and the halted breath just before the sigh and exhale of
“yes, I understand!”

And, then- the beginning of a new awakening
– swish of pages – breath of musty history- sliding silk caress of ink and paper-
and once again I sit at the table of knowledge – first stirrings of appetite
Feast of the Seeker