Stick 309 - Last

Last

No the
No and
No at
No me

Last
Now
Here
Be

Stick
Small
Skinned
Secret

...and true

Stick 308 - Womb Dance

Womb Dance

excitement stir the inner female soul
one seed in fertile human soil of foretold
flutterwings ready as love unfurls
one little heart echo the soothing mother sound
two baby hands to trust and bring and hold forever tight 
ten toes to explore the bountiful earth without fear or fright
millions of strands of hair to mirror
the sand where crashing waves of life will test and taunt and expect
excitement fulfills as the womb dance ebbs and flows
as the excitement stir my inner female soul

Stick 307 - Behind the Infront

Behind the Infront

Three beautiful wishes
Three moments in time
held as a gift
in a red bark wrapped in delight

Three chances to try again
Three hurts of no belong
sent to the behind
with new pods of tomorrow beckoning infront

Three kisses changes the air
Three lost beings sending signals of no more dispair
bring forth the strength of eucaluptus in the wild
bring with it the sap of the forest and the fairness of a life dare

Stick 306 - Step Back

Step Back

Step back - my mind raced
Step back - there is no more inertia space
Step back - time to calm down
Step back - kind to yourself be now
Step back - sticks are everywhere
Step back - sundrenched the future to which I now bow

Stick 305 - Hands in the Air

Hands in the Air

...beware....beware
for high in the sky where only some birds fly
there is a cry that frightens
and those in the know, leave it well alone

...clap...clap
for hidden behind is the sound of the hairpin
of the wild womanly wind as it rummages through the sky
and breaks the stick arms held up high

...whisper... shoosh
for the breath of a summer storm
brings with it the relief of crashing down on a dusty dry earth
and the smell of wet dust brings the promise of the river about to form

Stick 304 - Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands
of sticks is what I found
each a little different within its very kind

These sticks were home to my hurting soul
and carried me on a wisp of hope
to a healing and cleansing akin to an ancient wisdom of old

Some were exciting and challenging and raw  
many were humble and sometimes even ready to withdraw
but all led me to a step clear and ready for a message to call

Even when I tried to ignore
a stick would peek around a corner in a city mall
a stick would lift my spirit and make me stand for a moment more tall

Hundreds and thousands of thank you prayers i send
to a God who made each stick so strong,
so clear and so in my heart to belong

Stick 303 - Nurture Me

Nurture Me
...when my feathers are wrongly timed
...when my tummy yells for my mother and what i know is sublime

Nurture Me
...when the thunderclouds build high
...when raindrops cloud my fog filled eyes

Nurture Me
... when birds up high sing of journeys in a vast life sky
... when my wings stretch and I dream that I can fly

Nurture Me
... when I don't know why
... when I grow and decide to try

Nurture Me
... when here is where I am
... when there is where I belong