CREATOR SPIRIT

The Manner

Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:45:15 -0500

It was in the manner
of how they danced together
around their words.

Sometimes floating,
Sometimes intertwined,
Sometimes distant.

Always in a particular motion,
moving forward,
backward,
and side to side.

Reclaiming each other in every movement.

Aware of the moment
and how they danced together.

A Place For Her

Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:40:15 -0500

She found a place for her in her heart.

Imagined life with
and
without out her.

She wondered if they were meant to heal
each other of past sadnesses.

She was guarded
and wanted to let go.

But there is little control in letting go.

And that’s what terrified her.

Still she kept a place for her in her heart.

Lead to You

Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:37:01 -0500

The wanting,
The waiting,
The in between time,
All lead to you.

I desire you

Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:33:13 -0500

I desire you
as the ocean tide
craves the sands beneath it.

The comings and goings
the push and pull
the ins and outs.

Her waters surrounding
calling to the moon

Delicacy

Mon, 9 Nov 2009 20:24:51 -0500

He laid her on the bed like a delicacy.
A dish not yet tasted.

Softly, quietly, gently,
from the end of her nose
to the tips of her toes
he sampled the taste of her.

Caressed her curves,
the ins and outs of her.

And a moment lasted an eternity.
It was if he knew her
through several lifetimes.

Each lifetime wanting more than the last.
Knowing more than the last.
Becoming more than the last.

For she was a delicacy laid before him.

The knowing

Wed, 9 Sep 2009 21:24:07 -0400

“It’s all in the knowing”, she said to herself.
Knowing what she could not, and would not, live without.
She wanted to know delirious passion.
She wanted to be wanted
with the desperation of the last breath.
“Show me”, she said.
“Show me that you need me as you need the beat of your heart.”
Because to merely exist is no existence at all.
And she had merely existed for entirely too long.
She knew what she wanted and she would settle for nothing less.
“It’s all in the knowing”, she said to herself, “it’s all in the knowing”.

I CLUNG TO HIS WORDS

Wed, 9 Sep 2009 20:55:51 -0400

I clung to his words
Like a sweet morsel dancing on my tongue.
And I wondered,
Was he
Thinking,
Revisiting,
Remembering,
Our nakedness,
Our wet kisses,
Our bodies entangled?
I played his message
again.
Just to hear the syncopation of his words.
The strength of his voice.
Then I ate my morning banana
and walked the dog.
And I clung to his words.

The Integrity of Your Actions

Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:45:40 -0400

“The integrity of your actions
must match the message you speak.”
She said this to me in a gentle voice that reminded me of the summer breeze that dances on and around your face.
I have never forgotten it.
It has become my mantra.

-immiller

Mourning the Death of Hope

Wed, 23 Jul 2008 07:50:02 -0400

Sitting among my tree ancestors,
I absorb the chatter of the winged ones, the creepy crawlies, and the four leggeds.
There is the rustle of the summer breeze through the trees.

I let it all out and weep until my eyes and chest burn.

Quietly Grandmother Spirit sits down beside me.
She gently places my hand into hers.
“It’s okay to mourn the death of hope”, she says softly.

“It must be reshaped, revised, and reborn.”
“Let go of hope as it is now, and embrace the vast possibilities of new hope.”
“Which is really just your spirit evolving.”

“Two for the price of one, she says smiling, a real bargain.”

-immiller

Receiving without question...

Tue, 8 Jul 2008 10:25:15 -0400

When I began my journey two and a half years ago as a professional artist, I invited the universe to create my dream with me. It has given me more than I could have ever imagined on my own. I accept my gift with gratitude and joy and want to share it with you!