Susan Starwing

A ROOM ALL IN WHITE

Sometimes I dream  
of a room all in white
A place all my own
a place filled with light
The curtains are clouds
the walls a fair breeze
and there I create
whatever I please
I can take color
drawing laughter and love
on a never ending canvas
free as a dove
I can paint joy
and give it away
To make a child smile
on the darkest of days
Singing tones of magic
on rainbows they play
Imagination’s vibrant visions
have honored me their stay
For my room all in white
is a place all my own
A sanctuary my soul
and spirit can call home
The door’s never locked
You’ll not need a key
For my room all in white
is the essence of me
 

I CLAIM THE RIGHT

I claim the right to be complete
to intrude upon the darkness
as a star that sails the infinite
A vivid lotus of enchantment
Skipping in the burst of flower blessed wind
caressing the night skies timeless
holding the fiery sun to my breast
I kiss away the sadness...
 

THE SHAMAN'S CIRCLE

I am of the shaman's circle
like birds that see at night
I stand naked in the moon's gold glory
bathed in wonder and delight

Meditation I am, in the tree of life
so rooted I shall not fall
I am here to listen to you
In the thousand winds that call

And I am strength within the mountains
my waterfalls releasing pain
I am all, I am one
I am you, we are the same

I am the star that is a seed
connecting earth and sky
I am the diamond in a snowflake
and the summer as it sighs

For I am the love that is within you
and you will never be alone
for I am of the shaman's circle
I AM love
that has found home...
 

WHISPERING WINGS

Whispering wings of fragility shattered,
moonlit heartbeats rendered stone.
The equinox of belief, tranquillity breezes,
dreamtime illusions spinning on home.
A shell of silence, flowers descending,
immersed in tears sacred and calm
Music exquisite in the rainbow wanders
resonates the first song love composed
Through the mist the unicorn implores me
nuzzling my awareness awakened once more
To dive soul first through the rites of passage
rejoicing, this woman stands open and whole,
soaring freely in the grace of oneness,
holding eternity unadorned.
She sees her bliss imprinted, existential,
A holy form rekindling joy,
And who is she but a Goddess?
A Goddess of the night reborn...

MASTERS OF MYSTERIES

 They came to me one night
 In the dreamtime arena
 The Masters of the Mysteries
 and in reverence touched
 my ready soul
 And awakened the vision
 of myself to be
 the cosmic design
 of unity..... 

I LIKE ZEBRAS

I like zebras
Wrapped in cellophane
And jazz symphonies
Played in the rain.
I like people
Who think out of key
Crisp burnt cookies
And honey in my tea.
I like babies
That seldom frown
And associations
That don’t tie me down

© 2007 Susan A. Starwing