Cosmic Sky Star Stallion

My stallion rides the Milky Way, stars for eyes, northern lights for tail and mane.

Galloping across the midnight blue-black sky, comets streak beneath the thunder of his hooves, each falling star a pony of his sky herd.

He tips the Big Dipper around the northern Pole Star pouring out a waterfall of star force--cosmic star fire raining down to our blue-green planet Earth.

Just before sunrise, descending to his earthly realm in the mountain meadows -- Strong, Proud, Bold -- majestically prancing and rearing to gather all his herd to himself.

Nuzzling whiskers tickle me relentlessly. Nuzzling until I neigh with ecstasy as he nickers, certain of my pleasure.

Starfire he brings to earth, inseminating the day with playful joy and harmony. Today is a good day to live inside that blessing as we do what we must, sparkled by the Cosmic Sky Star Stallion.

Heart Orgasm

Blood lava of kundalini tingles the toes, pumping heartwards.

Are you willing to go into your heart with this?

Heart erupts -- voice cries, moans, gasps, sobs angel sounds -- inner planes respond with flapping angel wings.

Eyes cry diamonds wet with the agony and the ecstasy of pure Love.

Dilation of the heart and soul accomplished. Tantra is tenderness. Sexual life force is healing.

Ravaged

Why does the thought of You ravaging me conjure a kaleidoscope of neon crystal rainbows, dripping and sliding into dazzling rubies, emeralds, blue topaz, and pink quartz, evanescing into pure white diamond shimmer, along with all of me?

Seared

You are my searing Love Flame, piercing deeply to my core, and I become parched dust for you. Now revive my essence with your wet, wet kisses, I beg you my Love and Lord of the Night, before the four winds scatter me.

Stardust

Gored and hollowed by a nuclear blast of kundalini and only stardust remains.....Can we survive this?
Look at the stars tonight, my Love, because together we will be stardust ourselves.

July 2, 2011 Misty Morning Mindfulness

Tis a privilege to Age

Happy day of my birth,

May it be filled with merriment and mirth,

Full of celebration with friends of my generation.

May I know

Prosperity, success, and happiness will grow,

Keeping my life active, moving forward, on the go.

With equal measure of work, play, and rest

In order to bring forth my best.

Tis a privilege to age--

And turn another page.

Live another year--

Embracing adventure while here.

To struggle and juggle what life may bring

Knowing the winds of change may fling

Away anything.

I release all sadness and fear with a tear.

Face today's new sun with a smile

Glad to be here for awhile.

My countenance will show

Wisdom as I grow to know

The wrinkles and gray hair are my badge of courage.

Kronos and Chiros 2 x 2

Kronos--
2 seconds for two pairs of eyes to spark
2 minutes for two hearts to pound
2 hours for two souls to discover each other
2 days for love kindled to smolder
2 weeks for passion to ignite
2 months of wild fire burning ecstacy
2 years to perfect the flaws of human love, polish the rough spots of each heart
2 lives joined as one, committed to each other's excellence and unfoldment

Chiros--
2 eternities of remembrance of the Beloved

My 2011 New Year's Poem written for you

The old is worn thin and taught,
Fraying at the seams.
The status quo unravels,
Creaking at the the beams
Under stress of all for naught.

Cardea's hinges oil
To relieve last year's toil.
Stand under limen's post for a vision to host.
Behold the threshold, aware of what is told.

Now Janus' doors swing freely,
In passes 2011 swiftly, easily.
Welcome the New Year, banishing all fear.

Peace and prosperity, Alyssa AnaMaria

Love and Sorrow

(original poem by Alyssa)

Love's companion is named sorrow,

filled with uncertainty of tomorrow.

For the flame of love will fire and fade,

leaving only traces of the feelings made.

Even though, the only response to love is, "Yes,"

Without ever having a second guess.

No need to ask, "How come?" or "Why?"

When your heart is as open as the sky.

Because a taste of love, even just a drop,

Is sufficient to cause all bitterness to stop.

Should you receive the gift of love,

Forever thank the heavens above.

For Love has bejeweled your essence,

And married it to a sacred presence.

Now you wear the raiment of light--

Life is no longer a struggle or fight.

Live each day with a burning yearning,

Eager for the wisdom of life's learning.

Ready to respond again to Love, "YES!"

Without ever having a second guess.

Labyrinth Parable

Barefoot, walking the Rancho San Carlos seven-circuit labyrinth, a revelation resurrected from confusion. Stepping slowly, balancing on top of the rocks, step by step to a dead end; I was lost and didn't arrive at center. Restepping on another line of rocks, only to reach another dead end. Backtracking to the first rock path, believing I may have crossed up somehow, but the same dead end once more. The rocks were partially hidden by prickly weeds. The way seemed to be concealed. Feeling the pull of Spirit on my soul, and with prayerful patience, I remained lost until the obscure became obvious: walk between the rocks.

I was stepping on the rocks to avoid stepping barefoot on the thorns. If I was to find Center, I had to step on the thorns between the rock lines. Bravely, slowly, with determination, I took my first correct steps. Despite the soreness in my feet, I moved forward, propelled by the attraction of Truth, Beauty, and Grace. I had been holding an umbrella the whole time, because of storm clouds overhead. In my exhilaration at discovering how to walk the labyrinth, I flung the umbrella far outside of the stones. I did not need it, for rain and sun were all the same to me now.

A path begun with balance, love, and longing leads to other paths. All paths, prayerfully taken, lead to discovery. Discovery creates and magnifies energy, propelling one further. Now one has discovered direction. Discovery brings a deeper purpose, a Higher Will. One has begun to master movement. The path opens up. The way is demarked. Then, there is a shedding. The lighter you go, the more you flow. One must be light to flow. When one is light, there is flow. Now there is only flow. Flow leads to the Center. The Center gathers force, turning round and round and round. Gathering force to a point of poised equilibrium, and then about face, leading directly to returning. Returning in truth. Returning to shed light. Returning to give all one has. Returning to spend oneself. Returning with vast awareness. Returning to begin.

June 2004, Beulah, CO, School of Alchemy Pagan Passion retreat

The Raven told me: "DEAD: Drop Everything And Do it (or die)"

The Mother told me: "The rose bud cannot resist blooming, and begs to shed its perfume."

For now, I have no questions; I have intuited the answers: clarity is its own answer.

In Praise of Love
by Tobias Hume (1569-1654)
Festooned by Alyssa

Aah, fond Love, they harm thee very much
They that say thy sweet is bitter.

When thy tender, ripe fruit is such
As nothing could be sweeter.

Fairest treasure of joy and bliss,
Truest pleasure of a kiss,
I do adore thee.

I know what thou art
I serve thee with pure heart
And fall before thee, torn apart.

Late Winter New Moon Musings
Alyssa's insight

I stand in balance
Between worlds,
My heart a fulcrum.

The depth of the root
Has been nourished
And put to rest
In this time of darkness,
To manifest multifold

In a future season.

Engulfed
New Year musings by Alyssa

Soft morning breeze-
Fingers through my hair, gentle and caressing.

Golden ball of fire on the dawn horizon-
Warm embrace kindling my heart and blood.

Gentle waves at my feet-
Tender kisses soothing my body and soul.

As I sit on the shore
Secure in the Earth's lap.

Today will be a sensual delight of The Presence engulfing me.

Original by Alyssa

The Pendulum Perfected
(An inner plane unconscious healing, which once perfected there, may be lived consciously in the outer world.)
New Year musing by Alyssa

Says She to He, "Your hunger and your senses guide you."

Says He to She, "As your heart does you."

She, "Then let us become one, a unity of wholeness, for we complement and complete each other. You kindle my loins as I light your heart - sharing soul of matter and soul of spirit in a never ending, ever flowing circuit."

He, "In unity we find the satiety of full wholeness, strength to support our separateness, and thus fan the flames of our togetherness."

Hence the pendulum perfectly oscillates: She/He, Heart/Loins, Together/Alone, Soul/Matter, Unconscious/Conscious.

Respect this resonant harmonic at all cost.

Robert A. Johnson from his book We: "A whole universe of possibilities lives within one whole person. Two whole individuals produce the full potential of relatedness. The fantasy projections produce death; a slow death leaks vitality through projection."

We are to be completely whole individuals and to relate fully, reflecting to each other the complementary opposite, and to own all the projections and thus be human, not fantasy. In reality, this unification happens within individuals and between people. The inner and outer are both reality and must be recognized correctly for which is which. Confusion of this is the root of projection.

New Year musing by Alyssa

A Festoonment of Rabindranath Tagore's Poem "My Song"

Beloved, my song will wrap its melody around you like the fond arms of love.
It will touch your forehead like a kiss of blessing, opening you to beauty and bliss.

When you are alone, it will sit by your side and whisper in your ear, "Have no fear, I am here."
When you are in the crowd, it will fence you about with aloofness, to preserve and protect.

My song of love for you will be like a pair of wings to your dreams,
And transport you to the verge of the mystery of the unknown.

When nothing but darkness covers your road,
It will be like the faithful, skyward pole star shining your way on.

It will sit in the pupils of your eyes and open your vision to the heart of the Heart of all things.

And when I am gone, it will play in your living heart, and you will know that you are loved.

http://www.poemhunter.com/rabindranath-tagore My Song

Dear Ones,
The sweetness of the universe runs through you, like honey, which drips best with warmth and coaxing; you cannot force it. Remember to move and breathe. Dance in the moon and stars. Kiss and hug your loved ones. Be as deliberately tender as a cloud drifting by touching your skin with coolness. Allow all of life's mess-ups to be a time to laugh with childishness for what is. Breathe my fire even when you think you are too tired. Pay attention to the subtleness of the pulse of life--my pulse-- always beating my love for all that is. I am the dew that softens all that is. I am your Divine Life Force. Go in beauty. Peace be with you, till we meet with our hearts in the light.
Yours forever, She Who Is Herself
(Received from Source to Alyssa, June 2001, Paonia, CO, School of Alchemy Rose Garden of Prayer retreat)

If you always do
What you always did
You will always get
What you've always got.

You will pass the point of
Where you are and who you are
The instant you grasp the power
Of the potential, evolutional you.

Grasping is becoming which is doing.
Be in the power of the truth of your vision.
Blessed BE!!

Fire of Light

Not everything need be materialized or actualized right away.

Some things are better left contained to cook . . .

To smolder and simmer . . .

Accruing for later shimmer . . .

Have you ever felt

Liquid fire melt

And lava pour

Up your core

To fill your heart?

Take that energy and work your chores with love!

Even if the tender pain of it all

Forces bittersweet tears to fall.

poem by Alyssa

Woman Herself, Love's Free Agent
(Poem by Alyssa)

Think of me what you will;
But better just to be still,
So that your senses I may fill.

For we are falling into passion's calling --
The Goddess and God are not to be denied,
And we shall be gratified.

So think of me what you will
Because it matters nill!

Now the magic has begun,
All for us to experience the fun.
Not to fear or flee
From the giddy gift of ecstacy.

To hell with propriety--
Cross the taboo with me--
And we shall be free
To enter rapture and pleasure,
All in good measure . . . .
Oh what a treasure.