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I float in the delicious, dreamy, gestational creation state which is my true HOME and the birthing place of all that my MAGIC creates - the infinite energy jewels of stories which are also galaxies and universes which I bring through and birth. 

 

Each universe, each galaxy, each world, is a story that was created from the eternal creative chaos of stardust and magic impregnated by one pure inspiration, one pure truth. 

 

Gestated in the black hole of creative juice at the center of the ALL OF ALL, each story that is birthed out through a temporary aligning of forces and structures imposing order on that raw and wild beautiful chaos until it is born. Each one a divine infinite jewel of energy and color, precious and unique.

 

I invite you to come dance with me in my stories and poems and other words, all of which are teachings and sparks to awaken, enliven, and quicken your heart and spirit towards yourSELF and your awareness of you within The ALL OF ALL. Be inspired, get excited, cry, share, love.

 

I love you.

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::poem:: Swinging

Swinging

Do you remember

swinging in the summer?


The deep, strong heat of the sun,

The wind whispering across the skin of your legs,

pumping

to swing higher

and higher?

Feet tucking back firmly under your behind,

Cuddled neatly inside the wide warm black rubber band of a seat,

Snapping forward at the last possible moment

Straining to propel your body forward

faster

toes achingly pointed to the sky -

your heart’s destination -

The pale mirage of the moon hanging

ghostlike

In the corn flower blue sky?


Back and forth you swung,

Didn’t you?


Repetitive droning rhythm building steadily

Lulling you into serenity of speed and wind and blurring of the world around you

Until suddenly

At the top of this arcing forward

hanging

suspended

midair

motionless.



Time explodes into smithereens.

Your consciousness

Streams forth

Extending beyond the confines of your body

In billowing

fluid

streams

of silken

nothingness[otherness]

Blanketing the park,

And the roads beyond,

And the fields beyond that -

With the flowers open wide and basking happily in the sun.


The invisible arms of your soul

Embrace the whole world

In the moment that you are on top of it,

And you know the connectedness of all things -

the permeable nature of perceived boundaries -

Until with a whoosh and an exhale

Unexpected

You drop back

[plop]

Into your seat and tumble back towards the earth

Shrieking

And screaming

Gleeful and grievous at once

Flying backwards at full speed

Full of calculated intent

to do it again

do it again.


Do you remember?



 

melanie gillespie

3.3.03

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