A Papered Post

in the valley of my paper dream


i drifted down a paper stream



& found inside the fold's embrace



reflections of her papered face



the press of paper inside of my palm



pale and pastel, a sensing of calm



perfect paper petticoats, all in a row




pave the path for a papery kind of bow



then printed on my paper heart



are promises to never part



so for dinner i'll concoct my artist's brew



of magick and mayhem and peppered paper stew



for pasted paper skirts with my prints on the edge



have me ceasing from sailing and dropping my kedge

~have a papery kind of weekend~
Meliss

Alis Volat Propris

"She flies with her own wings"
of ghost and gossamer



ever here
then ever there



reflecting The Light of The Source



open to holding it fully
and completely
with no space left for junk



and only time for dancing across the sky,



floating through the garden at night,



and seeing through moonbeam eyes



the meantime of modesty's metaphor.



That's when she speaks
"I call out to you,
Step to the out~side



and into Our Light



and find that you can believe in magick again...
OH silly girl, not the magick of the world,
the magick of YOU!
For that is the only real magick that exists.



Everything else is just smoke and mirrors."

~make a magickal day for yourself~
Melissa

Earth Task: aka, Your mission, should you choose to accept it

~make magick~
Meliss

Titled, "something of 'This' sort"

I am so many layers of altered goodness,


of crackled color,



that I have fallen deeply into the certain'ness of Agape.



Oh but, not just love, no no,

LOVE FEAST.....

a love feast of Me.



My fake face peeling off,



revealing the true'ness of Me,

wonder~full,

magickal

Me.



& then I get so sick of concerning myself with what Jealousy will think.



SO I WON'T.



I'll concern myself with the niche of now



because I have no idea what I want to do later.



I only know that right now.....

I want to
make art
and
write poetry



and BE at Home.



Which means I need to

STOP

letting myself

get infected

with

other

people's

dreams!!!!



So much so that I believe they are my dreams!
THEY'RE NOT!
No matter how "fancy" they seem....
they are not what I want to spend my life doing.



The fact is that I am already in my dream.

I just forget to remind myself of that.



The moon told me so.



By the way, it also said to remember that I'll forget all this again
And be writing another post about it
because apparently, that's how life goes.

~magick~
Melissa