Illusions and the Dream

Illusions and the Dream

fire circle free to be meI woke to the words…
“You are an illusion.”
Thoughts about being just a hologram;
a dream, vision or what?
Be real to the illusion
and do I disappear?

eyes and mind wide open
with the giggling from the inner child
to the game we call life
dancing with the experiences
decisions and second thoughts of doubt

Been called an angel
perhaps that is all I am
the illusion of light of love

Assisting others here
And then move on
Delighting in the dreams living. ~jh

Yet Knowing

Yet Knowing

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Mind scattered
Overactive and undeceive
Visions of the missteps,
mistakes into lessons
laughing now after tears flowed
clearing the way to something now
stepping up with ideas
embracing them
find my way to completion
just get them done
Virgo comes to visit
details unfolding
offering what I have
not sure if it matters.

Reminding myself to center
in chaos swirls in the living
feeling the shadow’s caress
in the early mornings

the memories repeating
shaking me awake to breathe
Chiron and Neptune came to visit
lists of things still to do
seeing it continuing
growing distance to completion
knowing and sensing where I am to be
yet not.
overwhelming and
yet knowing too this is all temporary.

so write for a moment
clearing it all out of me
while listening to music
hearing the songs of other’s struggle
agreements being here
wishing the outcome was different
yet knowing it is for the best.
Surrendering and acceptance
The downfalls, rising to fall again
Yet knowing to rise again
Finding the balance in heart and love
the ways of the human experience expanding
Like the dream, one may want to wake up from
yet knowing within the unknowing
that is all it is. ~jh

Flow of the Moment

Flow of the Moment

moon sliverThe kiss of Silence, twisting tongues and embrace body, soul and reaching within to sense reality with each breath. I sense another writing through me and I am fine with this. perhaps a past presence of myself and a visiting energy dwelling within for a moment’s exhale. the connection is smoothing and centered. my eyes can close and adventure into the universe. cold toes and feeling hands on my arms, I am one with another and breathing their thoughts. Knowing not exactly who, yet my inner child is giggling. Breathing in magic as the words seem beyond me. Dancing fingertips, music plays in the distant. Violin strings humming, french horn blowing like the breeze. I am floating. Oh yes as a sigh. Seeing green cottonwoods singing and the stream water moving, rocking mountains embrace down to the shore. Now the ocean breeze, toes in sands and gripping, the water continues beyond the horizon in calm becoming. Alone by the shores, traveling like a bird, skimming the tops of the waves I am gliding. The strings continue strumming and seeing the entire coast line with ease as I fly a bit higher towards the clouds in the distance. Opening and lifting, then plummeting down, spinning head at the speed. Landing on a limb of an old oak in a field, again…only endless horizons do I see. A rabbit freeze as he notices my movement. I have no need to eat him, so I turn away to free him. Haystacks dot the fields, golden and stacked high, like a Van Gogh painting with rich texture and colors blazing. I soar high again… seeing a castle for visiting, surrounded by lots of trees and hills so beautiful of greens. Lake Como is sparking in the sunlight of dusk, dancing pinks, creams and violet on surface. Quiet town and village, all in their homes with family. I continue on. I do wonder who is holding me as I become this eagle or hawk and melting into flight.
Now landing on a large rock overlooking a river, full moon begins to peek over the mountain nearby. I know this place from dreams long again. sweet memories of friendship, conversations with wisdom. my passions for writing came soon with this magic. inspirations and adventures within the mind’s eye and imagination lives with this time. Toes getting colder, where are my socks? I don’t want to stop this flow of words is amazing. I want to know more of the adventures with words, connecting with other expressionists who chose me to commune with this moment of sharing. Perhaps with my childhood, and my inner child escaping, I met this wonders along with way without knowing. Sleeping to reach out to the stars, breathing in the awe and light to full me up with more creating. I stretch my back releasing the tension that was building. Lyrically they may come this. Labels upon labels…to organize the writing. Poetry comes for a visit, a dance and a song. Embodying the person, identity and energy while breathing in the sweetness. So close I am with the eagle’s heart beating, with flight and adventure, I realize my power. Oneness is beauty, grace and alchemy…
Hello Merlin. I thank you for another lesson in living. Taking the higher point of view and the endless possibilities with you. You embraced and showed me just how easy it is… to become one with the living Mother Earth presence.

That Familiar Smile

That Familiar Smile

seeing you image


That familiar smile
A wave of love that overwhelms and delight
leaving a sparkle and a grin.

Magic of the unspoken,
the wondering and the knowing
Kiss of home with the mystery
Feeling the hopelessness and possibilities

At peace with the grin returns
after such a reprieve
the silence was broken with a ripple
I don’t know just how much a simple moment of love

without a touch,
without a look

yet the depth felt in soul outward.

Sipping slowly as the remembrance unfolds
head clear for the first time in coming
blessing to you, dear one
we live in this infinite moment…
forever one, always with love. ~jh


Time to start again…

The hints, whispers and synchronic signs about connection and the promise as the tidal wave of love followed with the same grin on my face for the rest of the day… into my sleep. The feeling of a warm blanket wrapped around me as I sense your arms around me, here and there… in the distant.

I made peace with this friendship situation and done with the madness I had been in though the madness brought out of me this creative genius I hid at times.

The story is the awareness of the self and the reflection in all its multitude of brilliance and the silence friendship, ever-present and yet seemingly unreal. It is realer than my breathing the chill in the morning air as I stare at the sparkling stars, thinking of you with that grin on my face.

Repeating memories as I walk forward and knowing the time is coming to write as I have written hints and find myself avoiding your songs, yet listening to others that seem to bring it all back anyway.





The whispering of the magic fills me from the tips of my soul and touches your soul with that damn grin. I have seen that grin on your face. You know that grin like a child with a secret and using those in between spaces to conceal the truth, yet know that other person will get it. And that is all that matters to you.

Moving in the subtleties as the writing block comes as you search for me… the creative genius we share within the stars and universe of infinity, the unconditional love, and acceptance… the game we play, even though we don’t like the twist of trust at times. The love reminds true.

Inspiration and imagination be our guides in this lifetime. Believe or not, I trust the magic surrounding me as the grin is persistent and heart opens wide while touching the stars of your heart.

Knowing when you hit the mark with your writing or put a smile on someone’s face, perhaps other than mine.  Divine magic keeps me going into the mystery and spiral ascension of the wonders of life.

Yes, it is time again…

To release the magic within me and breathe the love I know is real.

The magic of love surrounds us when we turn while releasing the doorknob, allowing the sweetness of connection to show a new way outside the box. Creating the true self from the soul, I expands my world of knowing, breaking free through the ceiling and trust the brilliance within me shining out. ~jh



Colors of Life

Colors of Life


Before my eyes lay the ways of the infinite wisdom…
Of love and the glories that live,
Hidden in the heart, mind, and soul
as they dance across the universe
opening each door to me.

I have the choice to open and walk through
Or turn humbly or egotistical away.
Unmatched in the beauty, each door is a gateway…
Closer to the prosperity of wisdom
Worthy of the wisest men and beautiful women.

Think not, the women are not smart…
Ah she has the brightest of heart
With the union of strength and nurturing,
Knowing exactly when to use both, either or neither.

Come, Child, be that smart woman with the beauty…
Opening the doors before you.
And the men will follow like the cub to his mother…
To lover to the Beloved
A bee to a flower

Open your heart dear Child…
Show your beauty hidden inside with grace and wisdom.
Wisdom built on ley lines have a consistency power…
Never fluctuating from the pulse of the Universal Heart.

Plain as the color of the moment to appear
You two create each moment’s color
Being the brightest
Or reds, greens, and blues
Or the muted hues of the same

Create your palette and see the beauty
You have within you
Hidden, alive and ready for action
Breathe and you live…right?
Or do you?

If your palette be dried without the watercolor to rejuvenate it?
Pigments like the atoms of thought
Generate the essence within the presence of life.
Dull sky does change to be bright as the sun arrives
with the Colors of the yellows, oranges and reds hues…
Enriched textures of the mind’s journey

The soul longs to see the stars in all their brilliance
Dancing before the plights
Another connection of the heart
And soul lingering in the forefront of the colored moment. ~jh

As published on The Tattooed Buddhas