Dr Estes Taking Notes
skeleton woman notes jan 2nd 2016
talking directly with Angels
and fearing no death
every moment brings sparks of light
and hearing your sweet voice
brings inspiration to every sacred breath
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and there..... there....
there is only one person i want to talk to.
at my request
my own preference
calling her name 3 times to you
three times swing sweetly
and now all momentum shall march ...commence
when this heart
when the heart is a lonely hunter
skeleton woman needs an invitation
this one i am sending directly to you
teach me patience
teach me not to be shockable
teach me my own quintessential wildeman lover
teach me how to become unstoppable
teach me how does this cycle work in relationships
together above ground and undercover
how do i learn to unlearn and gracefully shift ??
talking directly to the angels
dialogue of life and death
asking the winds directly crying snows, rains
the original breath
listening to your sweet inner voice
nobly waiting in the station for the trains
to stop........
i always have a choice
for me to decide
which train shall i ride?
they all go somewhere
where do i want to go?
i am at a loss to decide
which way to your heart?
wherever that will be.....i shall go
and start.......
inside silences pulls deep
into the transcending of me
in the dark
in the silence and solitude i weep
whispering silences spark
focusing on you
watching your every sleeping breath
talking directly with Angels
and fearing no death
taking notes on your
cycles of your moon glows
life...death ...life
watching every nuance ...inflection
flows....
every wisdom of uncanny synchronistic inspection.....
laughing the supreme knowing
intuitional esp
oh she is 10,000 mysteries
set to fire glowing
splashing
water, earth and fires, Moon daughter
she is breaking to the surface free
oh she is vital
sanguine
she is moving inside me
she has been here
she likes Rumi
and the angel says have no fear
so i will employ the notion of making space for her
to rest here in this heart her place
all it takes is trust
time
sweeping
cleaning
refining
me
us
talking to angels
fearing no evil no death
as she lays sweetly sleeping