Hello Every friend!
It is my birthday this weekend I will be FORTY SIX years old, forty six times thousands of footsteps on this Earth, this time round anyway.
Any way this is just a promo post to let everyone who has enjoyed my art and poetry know that I have a coupon QUUUUPONNN coupon yep a coupon!
A coupon on my website that you can use if you would like to take advantage of my 25% of EVERYTHING just until the 13th of August (I was born on Friday too, Friday the 13th! Lucky for some as my bingo Granny used to say).
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I have ART and inspiration Cards and prints and books and more!
Thank you for listening
I WISH you love even if you don’t buy my stuff!
oh btw my website is http://www.artofkundalini.com
It’s the way the ocean slides
from your eyes
Slides over lips still full
Rounded and soft
And your arms hang happily never tiring
you climbed a mountain
there you sit an apex
A world of beauty
born from rust
with turmeric and sun
and these vessels sporting
creatures like you
of heart led dancing
straw still spins
and the doors
are blowing in the wind
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Hello there, Just interrupting normal erratic poetry postings to let you know about something pretty darn cool
but only IF you are in the mood for some……
Sometimes when we are on a conscious journey of self-discovery we hit a kind of plateau where
although we KNOW something needs to give we not sure what or how to go about it.
Well I have put together a course which involves 30 days of diligence in order to shift your sticky bits 😉 and help you get on with this phenomenon called life.
The program involves tasks, art related and otherwise, focused thought and much much more…come through on this link to watch me ramble on some videos and read more about it 🙂
I am silk on my
red wings and fearlessness
I am a brazen bee
flying heart first
my fingers pass like spirit
a fay cast with cherry juice joy
I live in the mind of all things
I make you move.
No bubble wrap here
and footprints on the car.
ready to strike!
And boards skating
myriad plastic joy….
towels on the lawn and bubbles in the sky
taps on full
in fluent wasteful race!
not much disinfectant
but rivers of tears
and bloody scabs peeled with glee!
My fleshly birds are dancing free
that crack earth
or make it rain!
No cotton wool balls
except the kind to plug your ears
and stuff of crafty fun,
depending on the need…..
no bubble wrap here
but an occasion for
to the sound
of natures fecund tune!
A spider, centred on graceful feet,
is watching me.
poetry and bitter glee!
The gurgling, mud-speckled machine is
righteous, it preaches to silver kettle with ferocity.
The toaster is coy.
Fork and spoon people quiver.
Glass soldiers clink in their morning cupboard.
Orchids celebrate this return to sun,
this moist orchestra of green enlightenment.
My tongue and mind are dancing!
The dawn is plush with bohemian rhythm,
I am heavenly breath…
Oh my heart leaps across silver dew,
rejoicing in this cacophony,
this thumping, burlesque hymn!
So JOYOUS here
in my winking coffeehouse!