The Sunday Muse 147 — Inanna Blue

“Indigo Sky Mares”  by Laurel Burch.  Click HERE for her website. Whims and spoils of heaven’s toyingtake their toll on kings and queens.Beams of light can be cold comfortas we flit amongst our kind.We alight from royal skyrealm;warm blood pumps through purple hearts.Respite from our godly duties,necks entwined amongst the reeds. What a wonderful image…

dVerse — Poetics — The Vatic Voice

The feeling I get when I become a transmitter for the vatic voice is the same feeling I get when listening to some music. Whether it comes out of my mouth or fingertips or comes in through my ears, it seems to infuse the area from the base of my throat to my chest cavity…

What do you see # 37 — Prayer Blessing

Poised and ready to be Receptive to light As it warms and refreshes Years of cloudiness fall away Erased like morning mists in sun Replaced by unutterable joy Be with me always, kind and generous Living within my soul Energizing my heart Singing with songs of nature Sending out ripples of benevolence In a never-exhausted…

What do you see # 30 — Another chance?

After the end times when only scattered evidence of human existence were left, what it meant to be human faded into dust. The planet’s sickness subsided and all living things began to flourish in the harmony of a balanced ecosystem. It was then that The Goddess chose to visit Mother Gaia for tea. She arrived…

Thursday Inspiration 39 — Flower Power

I have what they call Flower Power. It starts at the tip of my ratted lavender-scented bouffant and vines down to the tips of my squeaky yellow PVC boots. As I fly over spring terrain, my shimmery green silk cape sends sparkles everywhere that makes seeds germinate when my boyfriend hero, Sol, warms things up….

Thursday Inspiration 37 — Internal Coil

Internal Coil Built by the hand of God With tender loving care Kindly puppetmistress Programmed to love and share. They say I am alive I move by inner spring When things are going well I wind up and I sing When wound up with your spite Trapped in your glittered eyes Kind puppetmistress fades Myself…