Saturday, May 31, 2014
Law
Itchy hot wigs need a scratch with a ballpen
No wonder they're irritable and angry to scalding
Their toes sticking close in a shoe that's too tight
Feet throbbing begging in shining black boxes
Just imagine the frustration as it leads to a mauling.
Throw off the dark heavy hot judgement gear
Relieve your head with an ice cold beer
Untie the tight and binding laces
Free your feet to walk in soft places
Let go and let god, let the universe steer
Spreading your toes to the air of small graces.
MgM
Limirick fun
There once was a man from paternoster
Who walked with a gun in a holster
He said stick em up
But the bullet got stuck
And he landed aloft in a dumpster
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There was a young woman from germany
Who made the best stollen to give to me
I took a small bite and spat it right out
She'd forgotten the raisons and bourbon tea
I took a tight slap to the back o' the head
And looked up in wide eyed surprise
Her face was red when the dog bit her leg
But she shook him off with a kick
I said, "no more" and made a move to the door
When she charged me with pan in hand
What a day to be had when the energies bad
And the sky is confused with a cloud
I'll go right on home and get pleasantly stoned
And send blessings and love to the toad
Thursday, May 29, 2014
from capsules to crystals...
permed 'n sprayed and called a spoiled brat
pop a pill to smile and cook that
be prepared to hug and slug spat
slowly dawning ray of light bright
slips into the darkened right night
tiny tic(k) perception prickles
skin awareness gooseflesh ripples
awaken lost 'n lovely missfit!
pour the pills into the toilet
punch addictions face with fistfuls
dirty stubs of ash 'n slimeballs
find yourself with precious purpose
live the day free flowing focus
sip a cup of healing thistle
light 'n bright you're clear as crystal
MgM (c)
Sunday, May 25, 2014
The Drum
As I passed the circle for the first time drum beats rose into the air. The little shop was full of the instrument of rhythm and I joined the throbbing circle with my numbered skin.
.....it was time to confess.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
I'm a Leaf
Softly falling,
gently curling
where am I going to land?
Crisp and dry
in the winter sky,
tree top overhead.
Branches bare,
there's time to spare,
to say goodbye to Summer.
Looking up,
a spiral smile,
a twist then flick to floating.
I greet the bloodhound,
welcome earthbound,
sway on in, I'm home!
Silent landing,
light and gracious.
Glad I'm not a stone.
MgM (c)
Honey Bee
You land on me like a honey bee
drawn by loves sweet nectar
light and soft you circle oft
and hover, steady, gliding.
Hypnotize with loving eyes
and sparkle, bubbling laughter.
Come rest in me
sigh deeply on
a bed of clouds 'n cuddle.
Come rest in me
allow the sea
to spray a dewy drizzle.
Magnetized by your surprize
an open box of treasure
Reaching in we sink or swim
the edge is long forgotten.
Open arms we flale and gasp
then comes contented measure...
MgM (c)
Diana Cooper and the Angels
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Gaia and the Diana Cooper Seminar
She led us to a safe and peaceful place. The sun was warm on the soft grass with wild flowers, trees and a beautiful large pond. A unicorn came quietly through the trees and bent down. On his back I felt safe and the journey to middle earth was smooth. Gaia sat on a huge chair and looked at me lovingly. Her smile was gentle and her eyes shone. Her arm spread out and circled to the group standing quietly watching. I want to remind you that you chose a journey before you were conceived that we knew would be difficult. You are a strong one. I want to show you your parents for the journey - and with the other hand opening, they stood before me - so young, they were so young is all I could think. There they all were.
I nodded. Have a look, she said, at all of your guides and angels that have been with you all of this time and will be with you till the end. I looked at the angels, the horseman with the headdress and the cloaked smiles. This is your family. It is they who will welcome you back.
It’s so much easier to forgive when you understand.
Thank you Diana Cooper
St Germain has been talking to me and reminds me of the seminar that Dane invited me to - Golden Eagle, “Sorry that you got lost…
Mandy, You can’t hide from God.”