Poems, Dreams, and Pics

This page features poetry, both mine and others; as well as dreams, photos, and positive intentions & affirmations. 
I hope you will enjoy them.

An Irish Blessing
For Summer Solstice 17’, 
The New Moon,
and my Favorite Nephew’s Birthday 

May you live a long life
Full of gladness and health,
With a pocket full of gold
As the least of you wealth.
May the dreams you hold dearest,
Be those which come true,
The kindness you spread,
Keep returning to you. 
-author unknown 

Labyrinth Dancing

Delicate Incarnations

I look to see the fishy quickly
it’s been over an hour now

Is observation the force that animates him?
I find this thought disturbing

Flowers that bloom black on black
existing by scent alone

He seems relieved to be watched,
grateful even

All the tank indeed a stage
like mine, with me

A human moving around in her air bowl
for his amusement…

Maybe if I’m lucky
I might exist by His observation of Me
-S. Watson

A Winter Blessing 
In the blue morning light
In the darkness before it
In the shadows delight
Where the deer come to forage 
May you wander in peace 
Fullest moon on your shoulder
And the passions of youth 
Keep you young when you're older

-S. Watson

A Smiling Gingersnap


Shall I believe
That unsubstantial death is amorous,
And that the lean abhorred monster keeps
Thee here in dark to be his paramour?
For fear of that, I still will stay with thee;
And never from this palace of dim night
Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A Dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Come, Bitter conduct, come unsavory guide!
Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on
The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Here's to my love!

-from Romeo and Juliet

Harvest Moon
Take a breath

Something inside lets go

A pair of Autumn leaves
Fred and Ginger their way to the earth

It is the end of doing
The beginning of being

-S. Watson

Zen Fish

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
-Walter de la Mare

New Moon Guidance
"Knowing who you are isn't important.
What matters is finding out
who you can be."
-Dr. Katz

Autumn Beauties

85th Cranial Nerve
(a song I wrote a long time ago)

They want to steal my 85th nerve 
and fill it with cement
No one’s crazy like they used to be,
did the river get too high with me?
...cant find the shoreline

This one was a cross-dresser
I gave him my posh frock
It’s not illegal, but it used to be,
did the driver get too high to see?
can't find the.... 
     pale shadow ripples on a liquid wall
     when the wine comes 
     he don't see the jagged edges at all

That one was a drunken savior
I gave him my best scotch
No ones fucked up like they used to be,
did the river get too high to see?
...cant find the shoreline
     Somebody saw me
     I saw someone there
     Montana always finds me
     when i’m not anywhere

They want to steal my 85th cranial nerve
and fill it with cement
They want to steal my 85th cranial nerve
and fill it with cement

-S. Watson 

Full Moon Sankalpa
I know what I'm doing
And I do it well
(repeat and believe :)
-Molly B.

photographer unknown to me

Ghosts & Doorbells

Hope keeps ringing my doorbell 
   and then running off
Have you seen that guy before?
Buried under plump nipple hard breasts
   all swollen with nourishment
But he can’t quite stretch 
   close enough to suckle 
Crazier than a starving shark
He knows not who he is
He knows only hope
   Satisfaction is a mystery
The bastard keeps ringing my doorbell
   and running off
I keep answering
   looking around
Sometimes it is so frozen out there
I could just lay down with the cold forever
   embracing the peace of hopelessness

-S. Watson

Contemplation On This Full Moon

A noble heart never forces itself forward
-its words are as rare gems,
seldom displayed and of great value.

-Zen proverb

Het leven in de Tijden van het Bijgebouw

Your Catfish Friend

If I were to live my life 
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers 
at the bottom of a pond 
and you were to come by 
   one evening
when the moon was shining 
down into my dark home 
and stand there at the edge 
   of my affection
and think, “It’s beautiful 
here by this pond.  I wish 
   somebody loved me,"
I’d love you and be your catfish 
friend and drive such lonely 
thoughts from your mind 
and suddenly you would be
   at peace,
and ask yourself, “I wonder 
if there are any catfish 
in this pond?  It seems like 
a perfect place for them.”

-Richard Brautigan

New Moon Inspiration
Sometimes our fate 
resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches
would turn green again and blossom,
but we hope it, we know it.
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Latvia by Aivis Ilsters

Toothpaste in the dust that crowds my brain
Polishes me all shiny and insane 
I'm not to blame 

Overlords from the planet Clipton Bounce-a-lot
became infatuated with the nausea of the human race
Not like a swinging pig on the wall of explosive pain
No not like that at all

There's a massive thimble of interrogation on my arm 
where a nice butterfly tattoo should be identifying me
I'm not running from it anymore though
Bring it on

And it came on 
Like a bicycle heading east through the flatlands
Like talented forces of evil that go screaming to another master
Like everyone so lost these days

Like Me

-S. Watson

A Full Moon Pondering
Doubt is not a pleasant condition,
but certainty is absurd.


Around Thee

Sensuous givings and forgivings
embrace folded arms 
and open heart

Creation is my purpose
My gift to you
Beauty recognized
and brought into existence

Taciturn pools of placid gazing
make you real
More real than you've ever been

A little afraid
You wonder if all the round bellies
holding sacred truths of future observations 
Will ever be allowed to tadpole in ponds of chance
like we were

Even now some people won't get on a plane
if they don't know where it's going 
Bore Ing

You Have to know
All the saggy breasted real estate sharks in town
can't sell you This land
It's priceless

-S. Watson

Solstice Blessings In A Sliver Of Moonlight

I dedicate this review to sisters everywhere
In spirit and in blood

May beauty blossom through us
Our inspiration saturate many worlds
And the nourishing kindness we give
return to us tenfold 

Kia Ora!

As Crazy As We Remember

Moments seem to stretch on forever 
or shrink into a slinky that’s lost its momentum 

Longing for change and the mischief of chaos
passengers ride in stormy weather through time

Shallow meat sizzles on deep grills
outside hollow rooms of brick and stone

Have you ever felt this alone? 

-S. Watson

Mercury In Retro on the New Moon 
A band of white skeletons distracted me
and I burned my oatmeal so had to throw it out
… does that make me a cereal killer?
-S. Watson

by Harish Johari
found at sanatansociety.org

A Raindrop In Cyberspace
loating on a noodle
I was imagining how wonderful it must feel 
to breathe and live a liquid life

And I thought to myself
‘If brine fish can be sea monkey’s, 
then I too can pretend to be something special’
… silly me

Breath is the cake
Everything else is icing 
Beautiful and meaningless 
except to be experienced

We are all of us
Naked perseverance 
Burning through time

-S. Watson

A Full Moon Belief
"Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, 
your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck." 
- George Carlin

Reality Altered
-S. Watson

Embracing Changes

One day I will leave you my corpse

Then Stars shall guide my vision 
as I gaze upon the universe

The Moon shall follow my voice
like sailors to a Siren

The Earth and all of her Waters
shall be my playground

.... and you will have my corpse
Sorry about that

-S. Watson

New Moon Salad Mix
I was born in a field of shoes and corn. When it rains I get stinky and limp. I have spent most of my life wearing other peoples shoes and running around lost in a frighteningly vast abyss. I have found my most current identity in a pair of sexy red leather walkin' boots and am right now standing by the side of a long yellow brick rural highway ...with my thumb out. 

-S. Watson

Garden Of One Thousand Buddhas
My pic… website here


A deep breath just found me alive
Walking through pockets of forest twilight
and opening doors into darkness

A million twinkling diamonds dance in triumph 
on the black canvas of suffering that created them

The blacker the night, the brighter they fall
in Lyrid showers of Spring

-S. Watson

New Moon Inspiration

"The moment one gives close attention
to anything, even a blade of grass,
it becomes a mysterious, awesome,
indescribably magnificent world in itself."
-Henry Miller

The Cat And The Moon

The cat went here and there 
And the moon spun round like a top, 
And the nearest kin of the moon, 
The creeping cat, looked up. 
Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon, 
For, wander and wail as he would, 
The pure cold light in the sky 
Troubled his animal blood.
Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet. 
Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance? 
When two close kindred meet, 
What better than call a dance? 
Maybe the moon may learn, 
Tired of that courtly fashion, 
A new dance turn. 
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass 
From moonlit place to place, 
The sacred moon overhead 
Has taken a new phase. 
Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils 
Will pass from change to change, 
And that from round to crescent, 
From crescent to round they range? 
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass 
Alone, important and wise, 
And lifts to the changing moon 
His changing eyes.

-William Butler Yeats

Full Moon Sankalpa
I am my own best caregiver
Kind, loving, patient
Gentle with my pain

I encourage my healing process
and delight in my progress
Showering love and gratitude over
the amazing vessel that contains me

-S. Watson

Stop. Yoga Time
Vrschikasana (scorpion pose)
-found here

Mayday, Mayday!
Yogi Down! 

Scared and fragile
Made of glass
A skeleton

Her invisible flesh
Meat all gone missing
Only skeleton 

Casting a thin shadow 
Gingerly drifting from room to room
Just a skeleton

Skull weeping sad
In spite of the grin
Such painful bones

One tiny wing
Plucked for the greater good
And the angel will fly again 

Courageous and strong
Indestructible titanium
Super skeleton

Twisting into infinity

So Mote It Be
Happy skeleton

-S. Watson

Blessed Yule, Serene Solstice,
& IO! Saturnalia to All
The magic of Solstice lingers on
Though childhood days have passed
Upon the common round of life
A Holy Spell is cast

(old verse)

-I found it here 

Lonely Christmas Tree

Moon of Silver
(We Three Kings)
Oh, Moon of Silver, Sun of Gold,
Gentle Lady, Lord so bold!
Guide us ever, failing never,
Lead us in ways of old.

Maiden, Mother, Ancient Crone,
Queen of Heaven on your throne,
Praise we sing Thee, Love we bring thee,
For all that you have shown.

Lord of Darkness, Lord of Light,
Gentle Brother, King of Might,
Praise we sing thee, Love we bring Thee
On this Solstice night.

-Not sure who wrote it, 
but I found it here

Shanti Shanti Shanti

found at Shakti Tribe Peace Outreach

Alone, Clock, Sad, Sadness, Time
pic found at favim.com


Ain't the snow fallin' just a bit deeper these days
Aren't they building the stairs a bit steeper these days
And the town's really changin' in so many ways time time time

The young folks they're growin' exceptionally tall
And the newspaper print it's becomin' quite small
And folks speak so softly you can hardly hear at all time time time

The jokes don't seem as witty as the old jokes once were
And the girls are half as pretty as I remember her
And today you know in the park a young man called me sir time time time

Yeah I'm not quite as anxious for fame or success
And my eye finds the girl in the plain quiet dress
And I cling a bit longer to each warm caress time time time

So I breathe a bit heavy when I climb a hill
What of it my life now is really much more fulfilled
But they're tearin' down the building that I watched them build
Time time time time time time 

-Sheldon Allan Silverstein

Sankalpa for New Moon
"Let us be grateful 
to people who make us happy,
they are the charming gardeners
who make our souls blossom."

River of Leaves
-Photo by Molly B.

Bad Movie

Alright, it's not the everything
But it is the end
Tightly wound
I saw you snap like a golf ball
Not the way I pictured the end
Traveling down the slopes of melting gelato
Lava fudge hallucinations,
delicious and radom  
Out of sync with the timing of the sun
...and the moon
The end, the delicious end

-S. Watson

(Unless otherwise credited, all photos and poems
are by Shawna L. Watson 
a.k.a the Wine Witch)

Full Moon Ponder
"There are nights when the wolves are silent
and only the moon howls".
-George Carlin

Black & White Winter
S. Watson

Pockets of Peace
(a simple song or something similar)

Enchanting like a siren
she sings from me now and then
At times the only moments 
of life worth living in 

Safe to experience etherial bliss
in a fleeting pocket of peace
Safe to experience anything
in a zone where all madnesses cease

Between full moon and random bastards
venomous evil death rays concealed
I see you there all coiled in anger
Monsters are real! Monsters are real!

Enchanting like a siren
she sang from me now and then
At times the only moments 
of life worth dying in 

Safe to experience etherial bliss
in a fleeting pocket of peace
Safe to experience everything
in a zone where all madnesses cease

In pockets of peace
pockets of peace
pockets of peace

-S. Watson

An Autumn Blessing
May kindness be your voice
And may peace walk with you
on your journey

by wyldraven

Dreams Of A Sleeping Earth

Beginning of the dark half
Where Earth spins leaves into a
colorful bed of golden kush
Contemplating the blissful land of Morpheus

I like to be in her dreams sometimes
I hope she remembers me 
as the naked skinny winged one 
with perky nipples and a lollypop grin

When the moon's all a sliver
and stars are spilling salt 
onto the night sky
Rise and howl 
with the voice of Mother Earth
Haunt the dead
so they don't get lonely 
...or bored

We are all ghosts once in a while 
And when the veil becomes thin 
you can't tell who's who
The dark half bewilders and obfuscates 
Dreams of a sleeping Earth 


Sankalpa for Full Moon

"One should always be drunk. 
That's all that matters... But with what? 
With wine, with poetry, 
or with virtue, as you chose. 
But get drunk..."
- Charles Baudelaire

Carousel In Zootown
S. Watson

Soliloquy of the Solipsist

I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet;
My eyes shut
These dreaming houses all snuff out;
Through a whim of mine
Over gables the moon's celestial onion
Hangs high.

Make houses shrink
And trees diminish
By going far; my look's leash
Dangles the puppet-people
Who, unaware how they dwindle,
Laugh, kiss, get drunk,
Nor guess that if I choose to blink
They die.

When in good humour,
Give grass its green
Blazon sky blue, and endow the sun
With gold;
Yet, in my wintriest moods, I hold
Absolute power
To boycott color and forbid any flower
To be.

Know you appear
Vivid at my side,
Denying you sprang out of my head,
Claiming you feel
Love fiery enough to prove flesh real,
Though it's quite clear
All your beauty, all your wit, is a gift, my dear,
From me.

-Sylvia Plath

A New Moon Ponder

"It's easier to fool people
than to convince them they have been fooled"
-Mark Twain

Remembering Blueberries
S. Watson

Curse The Spinning Curser

Curse the spinning curser
as it gobbles up my day
I watch the little rainbow 
as it spins my life away
Seasons come and seasons go
Did it rain, or even snow?
I guess I will never know

One big spinning round rainbow
Until I'm dead and gone
Spun to her hypnotic web 
Like hook into a song....

And to think it all started with pong

-dedicated to Bullwinkle as 
in my head, I can hear him
reading it.

Full Moon Ponder
"If you do nothing long enough,
something's bound to happen."

-H. Jon Benjamin

Lord Ganesha
found at Santabanta.com

My Nose Is Growing Old

A long lazy September look
in the mirror
says it's true.

I'm 31
and my nose is growing

It starts about 1/2
an inch 
below the bridge
and strolls geriatrically 
for another inch or so:

Fortunately, the rest
of the nose is comparatively

I wonder if girls
will want me with an
old nose.

I can hear them now
the heartless bitches!

"He's cute
but his nose
is old."

-Richard Brautigan

New Moon Ponder
"Cowards die many times before their deaths.
The valiant never taste of death but once."


One Happy Goat
Photo by Jane Petrov :)

Nothing to Fear 

I was breezing past daisies 
on the wings of a black butterfly
The experience was so intoxicating 
I forgot to be afraid
Then suddenly I was eaten by a cat
...Damn it!
-S. Watson

New Moon Wisdom
I would rather live in a world where my life
is surrounded by mystery
than live in a world so small
that my mind could comprehend it. 
~Henry Emerson Fosdick

pic found at hubcityblues.com

Deceptive Cadence Of A Poem

I've been running away from demons all day
but they are attached 
Sewn to my feet 
Casting dark shadows
of a million former selves

Hoarding experiences and identities 
like other people do
dusty old tread mills and shoes
Better keep them, 
I may need them again one day

It's getting old in here
Beer hasn't tasted good in years 
And the name carved into wooden handles 
on all of the knives in my back 
stopped itching and burning long ago

It's just another day
My eyes have another ring around them
Another year the sculptors cruel blade
carves the patina of 'character'
onto what has become some other woman’s face

Am I wise?
I think I was supposed to grow wise...

-S. Watson

Something Someone Said Once
For The Full Moon

The First Law of Philosophy
For every philosopher,
there exists and equal
and opposite philosopher.

The Second Law of Philosophy
They're both wrong.

Flathead River
My Photo

Truth Never Dies

Truth never dies. The ages come and go.
The mountains wear away, the stars retire.
Destruction lays Earth's mighty cities low;
And empires, states and dynasties expire;
But caught and handed onward by the wise,
Truth never dies.

Though unreceived and scoffed at through the years,
Though made the butt of ridicule and jest,
Though held aloft for mockery and jeers,
Denied by those of transient power possessed.
Insulted by the insolence of lies,
Truth never dies. 

It answers not. It does not take offense,
But with a mighty silence bides its time.
As some great cliff that braves the elements
And lifts through all the storms its head sublime,
It ever stands, uplifted by the wise,
And never dies.

As rests the sphinx amid Egyptian sands;
As looms on high the snowy peak and crest;
As firm and patient as Gibraltar stands,
So truth, unwearied, waits the era blest
When men shall turn to it with great surprise.
Truth never dies.


Words Of Inspiration On This New Moon

There is only one thing on this Earth 
more powerful than evil,
and that's us.

Purple Mountains

Plastic Snow & Ghosts

Mr. Nichols, my ghost, pulled up a chair
and we watched the snow melt like styrofoam before our eyes 
"Get back in the vault" they screamed
But by this time I could not even raise a stir in my belly
All fear vanished from me when I lost hope
A cold livid rage became my guiding light

I do not love you, in fact I find you repulsive
And if someone says Miranda to me
I'll slay you, the wicked dragon of you
I do not love you

...but I love HER
I live to stroke her luscious green hair
To exchange breath with her
Scent of a million perfumes
Only her glowing fire can warm what is left of my heart
To swim in her cool crystal clear aquamarine blood
Oceans, lakes, waterfalls, rain... life force

And the faeries that come to me, what of them?
Maybe one day after we've won the war
I will wrap up my soul, leave my body and join them
Her, finally healing in the absence of Gods flawed creations
Then I'll watch my human shell melt away 
until I'm no longer ashamed of my previous form


Sankalpa for Full Moon
&Summer Solstice
may we all Live Free
in Blissful 
Joyous Celebration

-Sat Nam

Festa de Sao Joao do Porto

On The Back Of A Cow

The morning has been kind to the whole day so far
Water springing through rainbows on glistening light
Splashes in puddles of remembering 
As if keeping the ocean alive in a jar 

Oh radiant lunatic how I long to taste that potion
Firefly's and lightning bugs can't touch your madness 
Howling wolves sing to the full blossom of the night
In sorrowful swells of emotion 

The whole world smiles on the back of a cow
Consuming with focussed intention
Intention inside me where everything lives
Everything lives inside me now

Traveling over the black and white tiles
Of where I first heard your meow

-S. Watson

Italian Proverb for New Moon
La verita e nel vino. .. 
In wine there is truth.

Miranda-The Tempest
-I found this image here

I Cannot Answer You Tonight in Small Portions

I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy loves gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
-Richard Brautigan

The Full Moon Smiles

If your dreams lie in ruin all about you,
bravely adjust to your altered circumstances.
In simplicity you will find
-even if you never sought it there!
-the sweet happiness your heart
has always craved.
-Paramhansa Yogananda

Beautiful Yellow Flowers

Memories of Naked Times

There was a handsome man 
Wearing a velvet couch
Beckoning me to join him

Elegant lines
Smooth hard wood
Silky bold and red
Modern Danish?

He didn't say

-S. Watson

Fortune Cookie Wisdom
for New Moon
Everything that we see 
is a shadow cast 
by that which we do not see.

You Are Here
S. Watson

Taste Of Madness 

What do you do 
when the shadows are gone
and you can't find a hook
to hang sanity on?

You go prancing the road 
looking for your friend Pam
But you're not really you
just a cheap hologram

As the paper birds fly 
fed on crackers and jelly
A howling grey pencil 
scratches them on the belly

Now they carry those messages
secret and hidden
Through the shadows afar 
to a land once forbidden

Every road to the kingdom 
has brought us both here
In the same state of mind 
at the same time of year

Neon magic or not 
I'll make it out of this poem
I know you pulled me up
     One day you'll bring me home

     - who saw satan lean?
     -an alto swan saw he

Full Moon,
Seek Truth 
Even if you are a minority of one,
the truth is the truth.
-Mahatma Gandhi


When Earth's Last Picture Is Painted

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,
When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died,
We shall rest, and, faith, we shall need it -- lie down for an aeon or two,
Till the Master of All Good Workmen shall put us to work anew.
And those that were good shall be happy; they shall sit in a golden chair;
They shall splash at a ten-league canvas with brushes of comets' hair.
They shall find real saints to draw from -- Magdalene, Peter, and Paul;
They shall work for an age at a sitting and never be tired at all!

And only The Master shall praise us, and only The Master shall blame;
And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame,
But each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
Shall draw the Thing as he sees It for the God of Things as They are!
-Rudyard Kipling

Some Weirdness On The New Moon

I wore angry socks to the market today
  That way I could be above anger
   Unless I decided to stand on my head
    Which I would never do while wearing angry socks

-S. Watson

Flathead River
on my way to Hot Springs, March 14'

Just Another Poem

A long journey of hollow wisdom 
     purposeless but for the sake of being
Blossoms none the less
     in a meadow that bestows purity upon solitude

A tree falls in the forest 
     and no one bothers to listen
Like lightning that scratches the sky's back
     where the night feels itchy
     and then returns to darkness

Comfort is the greatest lullaby of all I think
     it's so much easier to just stay asleep, isn't it? 
Stay calm and keep to the shadows old woman
     it's too late to start throwing cats now

Truth is now defined by what we agree on
     reality cries out like the falling tree

Mother Nature's hands are tied behind her back
     as she is tortured and spat on 
But all you can hear over her screams 
     are masses of sleeping zombies
snoring loudly

-S. Watson

A Warm Quote
On A Cold New Moon

“You really have to love yourself
to get anything done in this world.”

-Lucille Ball

Mt. Si
S. Watson

Black Coffee & Cherry Pie

Tracing back evils
that scratch at the walls
of my tolerance

Morning winter light
breaks in ice crystals
piercing and painful
Shattering the space
around my eyes

All the blood and the bones
What do they mean?
What do they want from me?
They carry me around
use me to think
to sing
to dance
to play
to get hurt
…but they are not me

Darkness falls clumsy
like burnt toast
on a diners dirty floor
Where I hide
under waves of black coffee


before dawn
I see my reflection in the glass
Before dawn
in the moments where
I remember who I'm not


Being unaware

...of being

-S. Watson
(aka -w.w.)

Do Your Part On This Full Moon

Without followers,
evil cannot spread.

-Mr Spock

Two Temples
-w.w. in Peru

winter survival 

to learn to love winter
embrace the strength of vision
not obscured with ornament of roses
nor  comfort of soft green leaves
only the bones of proud  trees
facing another season's turn
so too hearts turn and turn again

know we dispense
but tiny flickering reflections of light
collected with effort
like holding fire in a reed basket

as twilight lowers
we all light lamps
of belonging and belief

even as the earth darkens in hollows
yet something shines
at heaven's edge
incandescent with grace
and awaiting spring       

-Tani Brewer

New Moon Ponder

When you open your mind to the impossible,
sometimes you find the truth.

-Walter Bishop

Perfect Rainbow
photo by Kris Dutson found at Daily Mail

A Mine of Rubies

Last night I learned how to be a lover of God,
To live in this world and call nothing my own.

I looked inward
and the beauty of my own emptiness
filled me till dawn.
It enveoped me like a mine of rubies.
Its hue clothed me in red silk.

Within the cavern of my soul
I heard a voice of a lover crying, 
"Drink now! Drink now! --

I took a sip and saw the vast ocean --
Wave upon wave caressed my soul.
The lovers of God dance around
And the circle of their steps
becomes a ring of fire round my neck.

Heaven calls me with its rain and thunder --
a hundred thousand cries
yet I cannot hear …

All I hear is the call of my Beloved.

Full Moon Thoughts

If someone bounces
into your groovy mood
with chocolate,
bust out the peanut butter!

Do something worth 
writing a book about.

Collect experiences, not things.

Pescosansonesco, Abruzzo, Italy 
photo by Noel McCarthy found at Photography BB

The Blessing

Full moon approaches 
Howling in werewolf madness
All I can think is
Who's going to save their voices?

In a massive brain spin down
The merciless muck of betrayal 
Finally breaks lose from its
Intended victim

Beauty had counted slowly
Backwards from ten
And been frozen in stasis
Hiding, Lost, Afraid

Arise old friend
Your safety is assured in truth
Show yourself, be yourself
Breathe in peace

Sing a joyful song
Accept and share the blessing
And remember I'll be here for you
When you decide to wake up
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for New Moon & New Year

Fear is the path to the dark side.
Fear leads to anger,
anger leads to hate,
hate leads to suffering.

May we go fearlessly into the future
with confidence and bravery
And may kindness and love
lead us to a world 
free from tyranny 
and suffering.
-S. Watson

Lines & Textures
S. Watson

The Moon Became Balsamic

This afternoon
I'm feeling dimensionally challenged
 the tide pulling me out to an empty sea
once so full of life and fish

Dumbed down formulas
have taken the place
of inspired teachings

In the beginning
we were not born to dictation
Not mindless slaves to 

the great monologue 

Light the slender moon afire 

Tender leaves of innocence 

burn without notice

Even the wind and the rain

have been chained now

This afternoon alone

there is no where else to go

-S. Watson

Happy Solstice
IO! Saturnalia
and Blessed Yule to all…

May this Solstice and turning of the
wheel bring you love, peace, and
good fortune in the coming year.

Let us welcome the
returning sun with 
Hope and Joy.
May you never thirst!

-a beautiful blessing
author unknown to me

Solstice Night


Gift wrapped
    in white hot flame

    spiral of eternal truth 

Ocean dancing
    slow soothing ebb and flow

    a cool aquamarine center filled with fish

    song of a thousand meadowlarks

    ….and one crow

I'll take this package with me when I go

-S. Watson

On The New Moon

Let yourself be silently drawn 
by the strange pull of 
what you really love.
It will not lead you astray.

My Lost Home
S. Watson

Go Find That Fish

I awoke feeling like a ghost 
Corporeally challenged
Future echos and past shadows 
All rolled into one

Trust is the sacred string
That ties the universe to your left shoe
I've thrown out todays list
Go find that fish

Trust I will be somewhere
Blissfully unaware
Heart bleeding in all the right places
Where the scent of lavender abides
-S. Watson

Advise For The Full Moon

Never make the mistake 
of confusing image with truth

That which is pure and truly beautiful
doesn't need a candy bar wrapper

Shinny bubbles wrapped around air
glisten in the sun, burst and are gone

Diamonds hide in the earth
and need not be seen 
to validate their existence 
-S. Watson

Somewhere In Montana
S. Watson

A Childish Wish

I tire at last
of building  an empire
of packing crates
and bailing wire

A legend
on a shoestring

No more a pirate
captain of a leaky skiff

No more outlaw 
of trivial rules

I shall be respectable
when I grow up 

-Tani Brewer

On A Samhain Walk With Bob
Bob: "I do not believe in vampires"
Me: "You know they DO exist"
Bob: "Yes. Just like microwave ovens, aspartame,
and geo-engineering, they exist; but I do not believe in them"

   …Long strolls with Bob are so therapeutic.

"Those who stand for nothing,
fall for anything."
-Alexander Hamilton

Love 2U
from the Zoo
S. Watson @ the 'M'

How Long Will You Hide

If you want to read it the way it's written, work from the bottom stanza's up. I like the way it reads when it's backwards (or is it upside down?) so that's how I wrote it; altered from it's original version… no disrespect intended.

A tambourine is in a corner
begging your playing hands
a flute is sitting dormant
begging your happy lips

Today is the day to unite
with your longing beloved
wait no more
for an unknown tomorrow

Come on my friend
use your talisman and
harness all their souls

An entire caravan
is waiting in ecstasy
for your coming and leading

It allures and invites 
your magical touch
to open and arrive

Why do you think
the door to the sky
is closed on your face?

Teach laughter 
to a flower
manifest an eternity

How long will you hide

your beautiful 

festive smile?

Sankalpa(s) for Full Moon

"Do what thou wilt 
shall be the whole of the law"
-Aleister Crowley

"Do what keepest thou from wilting
shall be the loophole in the law"
-JR Bob Dobbs

Sweet Darkness
by David Whyte

When your eyes are tired
the world is tired also.

When your vision has gone

no part of the world can find you.

Time to go into the dark

where the night has eyes

to recognize it's own.

There you can be sure

you are not beyond love.

The dark will be your womb tonight.

The dark will give you a horizon

further than you can see.

You must learn one thing.

The world was made to be free in.

Give up all other worlds

except the one to which you belong.

Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet

confinement of your aloneness

to learn

anything or anyone that does not bring you alive

is too small for you...

Sankalpa for New Moon
Resolve to be thyself;
and know that who finds himself,
loses his misery. 
-Matthew Arnold

S. Watson


They customize their crows
like the colors of a magazine ad

Pretty lies pecking at 
dull muted brain cells
Until a purchase is made

You caw like a murder
upon its arrival 
Delighted in your acquisition

Oblivious to the irony
of your missing soul
-S. Watson

A thought from Susan
for Full Moon


Simple & innocent pleasures 
are sometimes forgotten in 
this sophisticated world of ours.

We sometimes tend to 
scoff & poke fun at people who 
are a little naive.

Could it be that we are a little
Jealous of what we have


-Susan Beam 75'(ish)

Saint Gildrum
S. Watson


I feel like mud inside 

churning mud and shit

Cosmic collendar 

incorporates what happens 

in the vulnerable hours

twixt midnight and dawn 

ingredients of

fear & pain, loss & loneliness

and a dash of screaming nightmare

Forcing me to wallow in mind muck

One day when the light returns

the mud will cleanse me

I'll squish it between my toes and giggle


ashes of the past baked into my soul

stronger now and deeper in silence

more grateful in laughter

Grateful and better because of you

-S. Watson

A New Moon Ponder
Happiness makes up in height
for what it lacks in length.
-Robert Frost

On My Way Home

Dirge Without Music 

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—
They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled
Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.
     -by Edna St.Vincent Millay 
Full Moon Dreaming
"When the power of love overcomes 
the love of power, the world will
know peace."
-Jimi Hendrix

pic found at GlobeAttractions.com

by Ella Steinberg
age 12

Streaks of gold and purple
swirl around me, dancing
with royal blue and a fine
sparkling white.

My hands spread out and I
lift my fingertips to the sky.

I feel a cold rush, like when
someone hits you in the
back of the head with a 

I close my eyes and a warm
tingling sensation climbs up
my arms, almost burning
me but making me feel

Then the boom of thunder
and the streak of lightning
climb their way into the sky.

I feel the light pitter-patter
of rain against my skin,
cooling me, relieving me of
my troubles.

I am left, like a blown out
candle, my magic mixed
into the sky, and my rage
washed away.

I found this in a magazine called 'Mamalode' (the You issue)
and was so blown away I had to share it with you.

New Moon View,
Which One Are You?

'Our wretched species is so made 
that those who walk on the well-trodden path 
always throw stones at those 
who are showing a new road'

A Poem Thing

Here alone
away from doing
the electriciy goes out

Sensory deprovation
finds a home
basking in hallucinations 


But not gone
-S. Watson

for Full Moon & Full Sun

Come and shine with the sun
Come and glow with the moon
Shed your hooves and your horns
Not a minute too soon

For in birth through to death
For in darkness and light
You've permission to glow
With the day and the night
-S. Watson

found at Photobucket.com

This Thing Called Time

Minutes, seconds, hours & days
are not as long as they used to be
(unless you are doing Nabhi Kriya)
I cannot fathom it
in the simplicity of clocks or calenders

Nouns come and go
just as I do
And if memories lie to you,
then so does time

Did I know you in time,
or in eternity?

Muddled thoughts of it
might be found 
in loss, gain, and experience
Or in stillness and movement

The world in my mirror
does not believe in 
a place where time lives

It's just another dime 
in the wolfs back...
Howling at the moon
Over and again
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for New Moon

There is no truth
to be found in sanity 
dictated by the masses…

…that which is agreed upon
in patterns, routines
Walls and lies
making you feel safe…

…all locked up and safe

Strengthen your Character
Open your Mind
Embrace the Crazy
and Experience Truth!

-Sat Nam my friends,
-S. Watson

Brackets Landing a.k.a. Home

From Alex's Philippine Cafe

Everything is stillborn

     mornings on

     the waterfront

The mist mates with

     the bay

        giving slow birth

        to the first

        ferry from


And the day is alive

-Jerry-Mac Johnson, Seattle, WA

A Blessing for Summer Solstice

May the healing light 

of kindness and compassion

blossom in your heart

That the beauty and goodness

of energies you keep and share

bless you deeply…

And the world around you


Serenity to all beings 

on this Summer Solstice

and always

Blessed Be

-S. Watson

Two Women Running on the Beach

Black Dove

Sometimes when it seems
the world is moving towards an end

and chaos is waiting just outside the door

I sing to my sisters:

Come! Let us dance!

Let us whirl through the dark night

till the morning dew washes our feet

till the warm sun finds us
asleep on her bosom.
Come! Let us dance a new world into being!
-Gael Nagle

Banana Mantra for New Moon

Ever have one of those weeks 

where you just want to shave your head,


Try the Banana Mantra:

Baaaah (ah)

Naaaaa (like in ant)

Nuuuuu (like in nut, as in nuts)

Slowly cycled on one long breath, baaaaa-naaaaa-nuuuuu

Inhale deeply and consciously 

Repeat the chant for 9 minutes…

Then you can shave your head 

if you want to,


May the life you live be your own.




I thought of ceviche 
Three times today
Which I think 
Is an omen of luck

Fragments of a masterpiece 
Mosaic in sadness
Twitch like dying 
In soul sucking muck

My corpse in a pair of cheap shoes 
Ran away
To the opening 
Of 'Souls-R-Us Discounts'

My life flashed before me 
As it sometimes will do
And I thought to myself 
'I hope this counts'

In some other lifetime 
I'll write a book about it
In some other lifetime 
I'll learn to share my toys
…and my ceviche  
…and everything
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for Full Moon
I will burn the candles of smiles in the bosom of the joyless.
Before the unfading light of my cheer, 
darkness will take flight from the bosom of my brothers.
from the book, How To Be Happy All The Time.

A Laugh In Hell

Chapters of Memoirs 

by Shawna L Watson

one chapter) In the beginning God (of the Christian variety) said I was bad, but I followed the bastard for a while anyway

another one) I was communing with the flowers after yoga class when I realized I was almost late for my weekly Theosophical Society meeting

another one) Of course you can stop using drugs, I'll help you

another one) Here's another ol' Merl Haggard song

another one) And that's what happened to 'the Hosing Game'

another one) Saved by Mother Love Bone

another one) 5 cats, no food, 3 jobs, man I love Seattle

another one) Phone sex operator & Joe's icecream driver…one weird summer

another one) So, 67 jobs, a failed marriage, and sabotaged music career later...

another one) I had a migraine for 10 years

another one) Hospital or high school? An anthropological study

another one) The Russian Mafia and why I now carry a gun

another one) My time as a wood nymph 

another one) Yoga, meditation, xanax, and wine...I love you assholes :)

another one) The invisible woman, or the year I missed my calling as a bank robber

another one) MA DURGA MA! 

A New Moon Inspiration

Ones most brilliant, profound,
and inspired accomplishments
do not come from hard work;
they come from REALLY hard play.
-S. Watson

A Leopard Lay
by Linda A Copp 

A Leopard lay amidst the trees,

hiding in its greeny leaves, 

Lazing in the noon day sun,

with no desire, none to run.

Listening to the rustling breeze,

he cautions it to, "Hush, don't breathe.

Give no signal, that I lie

Upon this perch, up in the sky."

His hooded eyes seem half asleep,

His body quivers, never sleeps.

For as quick as lightening, he'll flash down,

On any prey, yet, make no sound.

So, people prowling on the ground,

Take care to more than look around.

Dangers lurking everywhere,

both on the ground and in the air.

And wildcats, well, they seldom sleep.

Dreams of theirs don't run too deep.

Their nature makes them keen and fierce,

their teeth are sharp, their claws will pierce.

A Leopard lay amidst the trees,

suddenly he hears.

He sees.

Now, he's up and through,

its greeny leaves.

Look up.

He's up.



found at Sunniebunniezz.com 

Full Moon Inspirations

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtfully

committed citizens can change the world.

Indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.

-Margaret Mead

I believe in God, only I

spell it Nature.

-Frank Lloyd Wright

Every day is Earth Day.

The Opening of Eyes

That day I saw beneath dark clouds

the passing light over the water

and I heard the voice of the world speak out,

I knew then, as I had before

life is no passing memory of what has been

nor the remaining pages in a great book

waiting to be read.

It is the opening of eyes long closed.
It is the vision of far off things
seen for the silence they hold.
It is the heart after years
of secret conversing
speaking out loud in the clear air.

It is Moses in the desert
fallen to his knees before the lit bush.
It is the man throwing away his shoes
as if to enter heaven
and finding himself astonished,
opened at last,
fallen in love with solid ground.

A New Moon Ponder

"Trust those who seek the truth,

but doubt those who say that they have found it."

-Hannah Mckay's Grandma, from Dexter;

an interpretation of the original quote from

From the Self,
to the self

Shine My inner undine
wet Enchanted Song
where placid lakes 
Take The Old World
out of order

random Dancing torrential rain
chaos, oceans and freedom
chaos , rivers and streams
liquid purity Stop Fear

Leave The Tears and snow
Graceful Dove of the fluid blue
fly waterfall
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for Full Moon

I surrender all of my yesterdays, 
And be here nows, 
Into The Great Void Of Nothingness.

I will stop trying to control this vehicle 
when I can no longer see the road. 
I surrender all.
I give up control.
I trust in Divine guidance....

Oh, maybe I shouldn't have done that...

Well anyway, do whatever works for you.
Good luck.
-S. Watson

Singapore Botanical Gardens 
Your inner garden 
begins to form

Purpose in tending
Light and possibilities 

Plant visions outside
where they can be seen
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for New Moon & Ostara

I wish you a joyful and glorious spring...

Filled with rock hard butts n' guts;

Brilliant, inspired, and independent thoughts;

A bullet proof immune system 

and general good health;

And an etheric body/aura 

capable of repelling all manner of curses,

negativity, and ill intentions. 

May your heart blossom, bless, and enchant

all beings everywhere, including yourself.

So Mote It Be
-S. Watson

Cascade Lake From Sunrise Rock a.k.a.Home


When you come to the door
of your new self,
you will know it is time
to let go of the shadow 
who walks behind you
with the box of old books

In the place behind the door,
there is no room
for anything
but your shining heart
free of all your fears,
the grievances you carried
for so long

In the place behind the door,
your deepest longing
will greet you on the path
to a high meadow

Sit on the soft grass.
Let the great dome of sky,
widening rays of sun
and all the faces of heaven
show what you have become
-Lorraine Gane

New Moon Plea for the Planet

My energy is neutral and soft,

like the air used to be...

My entire being, balanced and peaceful,

like the air used to be....

Don't you remember?

Are you even awake?

origin of photo unknown to me

Time Is...

Time is...
Too slow for those who wait,
Too swift for those who fear,
Too long for those who grieve,
Too short for those who rejoice,
But for those who love,
Time is eternity.

-Henry Jackson van Dyke

Time is... 
a great teacher, 

but unfortunately it

kills all it's pupils

-Louis Hector Berlioz

Full Moon Sankalpa

Today I'm suspended 

In a glowing orb

Of liquid blue-green light

The Ocean Within

The ocean swell rocks me gently back and forth
and drags me, unwillingly, into a surging wave.
I tumble over and over in her churning froth,
Releasing, letting go.
Over time eternal, my jagged edges smooth and soften.
Her sway pulses through me,
a reminder of dark forces stirring deep within.
The haunting song of a distant whale asks
who am I?, how am I connected to you? and to life?
With boundless appreciation,
I am open to discovering you,
embracing you,
loving you.
-poem found at Conscious Ecology

New Moon Sankalpa
I release all my past,
negatives, fears, inner self, 
human relationships, 
future, and human desires
into the light.

I am a light being.

I radiate the light from my light center
throughout my being.

I radiate the light from my light center 

to everything.

I radiate the light from my light center

to everyone.

I am in a vessel of light

and only light can come to me,

and only light can be here.

I give thanks for everything,

for everyone,

and for me.

(I picked this up somewhere and have been repeating it off and on

for over 30 years now. I'm not sure who to credit

for writing it...and it may be slightly altered from its

original version)

At Any Given Time...
Who knows who's thoughts we are thinking 
at any given time?

I know I had some dreams last night 
that certainly weren't mine

The light you hold to keep you safe
should not be wrought with fear

A handover demon who fell from grace
might follow you and leer 

With his acid sly and malicious intent
he wants to steal you feelings

He points his tool and flips a switch
but it's HIS flesh that starts peeling

The light you hold to keep you safe
will keep you safe indeed

No handover demon could darn your warm face
For his thoughts are cold in his weakened place

He could never know the joy or pain
of walking a mile in your shoes

Your shoes have souls and so won't fit
his big fat toes all covered in shit

Stay strong my brothers and sisters too
And I'll share these words of light with you:
-S. Watson

Postulants Invocation of Protection

"Spirit of the Great White Light,
Burn away my psychic night.
Let me feel your loving care,
Give me joy and love to share.
Make of me your willing tool,
Let fulfillment be the rule.
That my growth may be a light,
Saving others from the night."

Repeat chant 9 times

Something to consider
on this Full Moon

It is a mistake to regard age 

as a downhill grade toward dissolution.

The reverse is true.

As one grows older

one climbs with surprising strides.

-George Sand,

19th century French novelist

Today at Turah

Reincarnation Happens

There was an old woman

Trapped in a young womb

Screaming 'oh my gods no, not again!'

Born withered and serious 

Every time

Only to cease breathing

As she reaches her final youth

Well crafted toys

Turn back to lumps of clay

-S. Watson

Highland Winter Twilight
photo from outdoor-photos.com

Sankalpa for New Moon

Today I will allow myself
To become empty

Void of fear, expectations and disappointments,
Unnecessary thoughts and dogmas

Baggage burned to cinders

That I might travel light 

The continuing journey

New freedom to become

Infinite possibilities 

In the empty
-S. Watson

December 17th-23rd

A Solstice Blessing

Through the dark 
Of the longest night
We gather our strength 
In one another

We honor all darkness 
And let go our fears
And send love 
To our sisters and brothers

Birth Death Birth
The great wheel turns
So we too are reborn 
In the lessons we learn

We welcome the promise
The blooming of light
Who's roots are well grounded
In the longest night

Blessed be Water
Earth, Fire, Air, and Wood
Blessed be Love
And all that is good
-S. Watson

Full Moon Sankalpa

I open myself up to breathe deeply

Honoring with gratitude, my full potential

Open to give, and open to receive

Unafraid, I now breathe

And surrender to truth

-S. Watson

Do It Anyway
People are often unreasonable, irrational,
and self-centered. Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish,
ulterior motives. Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some unfaithful
friends and some genuine enemies. Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and sincere people may deceive
you. Be honest and sincere anyway.

What you spend years creating, others could
destroy overnight. Create anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness, some may be
jealous. Be happy anyway.

The good you do today, will often be forgotten. Do
good anyway.

Give the best you have, and it will never be
enough. Give your best anyway.

In the final analysis, it is between you and God. It
was never between you and them anyway.
-Mother Teresa

Note: I chose this in spite of its Christian origin because reading it is like taking a trip through the Museum of Tolerance (from South Park); and after all, the holidays are upon us. Good luck everyone; and play nice anyway  =)  

Sankalpa for New Moon

I awoke feeling like a ghost 

Corporeally challenged

Future echos and past shadows 

All rolled into one

I've thrown out todays list

And will let this day lead me

To journey without the 

Buzz-kill burden of maps

I trust I will learn something,

Be where I need to be when I need to be there,

And stay blissfully unaware

Of the passing of the illusion

That is time

-S. Watson

Best Cat I Never Knew...In Peru

In Divine Grace

In Divine Grace 
     there is no fear
     no envy induced evil
In Divine Grace
     there is no hate
     no shame or pride
In Divine Grace
     there is no war
     no tyrannical need for control
In Divine Grace
     there is no concept of Me & You
     no Us & Them
In Divine Grace
     we are one and we are strong
     we are kind to our Mother Earth
And in Divine Grace
     the ruler of the world
     Is Love

May we all live and move
In Divine Grace
And Always... 
-S. Watson

Things To Consider
On The Full Moons

Have you Had Your Ram Vaccinated Lately?

Because the Last Vampire on the Road, You Hit.

What were you thinking?

Pic of faerie pretending to be the moon.

Look, my planet has two!

A Halloween Poem

Every time I looked at you today
All I could see was the skeleton 
Beneath the meat

Your teeth and jaw really creeped me out
As you stood there

Flapping and flapping

As if bones could have thoughts
-S. Watson

A New Moon Thing

The sweat of hard work is not to be displayed. 

It is much more graceful to appear favored by the gods.

-Maxine Hong Kingston

Frog Autumn
by Sylvia Plath

Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
The insects are scant, skinny.
In these palustral homes we only
Croak and wither.
Mornings dissipate in somnolence.
The sun brightens tardily
Among the pithless reeds. Flies fail us.
he fen sickens.

Frost drops even the spider. Clearly

The genius of plentitude

Houses himself elsewhere. Our folk thin


My Hope Sings For Rain
On The Full Moon

Hope is a thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without words

And never stops at all.

-Emily Dickenson

Most Beautiful Rain Photos, found at Golberz.com

Too Far To Be Seen

Get yourself comfortable
My friend said to me
So I counted each grain of rice
From a jar labeled O.C.D.

Then I jumped up and ran
Because I didn't want to be late
To a class full of yogi's
Doing strange twists of fate
Ain't it great?

Get yourself comfortable 
She said once again
I don't know how to live
But I know how to bend
I don't think we are one
But you might be my friend

Put a blanket on fears
Get all comfy and sane
But there's no truth in sanity
Sanity's not the same
(as it was when we were growin' up)

Get yourself comfortable 
What does that really mean?
Because I'm too high to tell
And too far to be seen
-S. Watson

A New Moon Inspiration

We are not victims; 
we are warriors who celebrate 
the pants off of life in between battles. 
The journey is to make us strong and compassionate. 

Freedom, happiness, and good health 
will never be taken for granted by us.

-S. Watson

Before a forest filled with silence and mystery,
a lady sits upon a great lion.
She is calm, as is her companion,
and yet both of them have the potential for violence within them,
as do we all.
Her strength comes from serene inner power, 
without the need to prove it,
just as the lion instinctively
moves from a place of inner strength.

Strength comes from confidence, serenity, centering
and allowing power to rise from within,
not from posturing or needless aggression.
There is nothing in all the forest to fear,
for fear itself has been subdued...

Sankalpa for Full Moon

I reflect love and passion

And call the same to me now

Come Now Metatron
Angel of Thought

Come now Metatron
Great voice of God
Colonize in my heart
Your collective power
Soul cleansing shower
Pull down the rain
Set free the tears
That wash away road ruts
Smoothing out fears
Glistening surface
Clear slate of glass
This I do ask
I go skating in moonlight
Sea blue moonlight
In love to be free
In love to be me
Come now Metatron
So mote it be
-S. Watson

Wake Up Call for New Moon

"The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater." ~ Frank Zappa

What Is It To Be Free? or

There Goes My Brain Again

Maybe it's the practiced skill
of being able to be truly uneffected
by what other people think you should be doing...
or not doing.
Or could it be the focused discipline 
of knowing what to be and do
combined with the uncompromised resources 
to be and do whatever that is?
No bumper sticker on your ass that reads:
'I'd rather be in the yoga zone; 
or singing; or fishing; or screwing.'
Yours would read:
'I'm content, inspired 
and right where I wanna be'
(Imagine seeing that one on the car
in front of you during a grid-locked rush hour)
Beyond the freedom visualizations
in your own personal positive Matrix
Or your grasp on 'the big secret'
Is something more solid in structure 
You tell me
Or have they taken away your will?
Do you still dream?
Can you still process your own thoughts?
No... then who's thoughts are you thinking?
Maybe you don't even exist.
Maybe it's not too late
Allow yourself to be born
What the mind can conceive and believe
It can achieve...go be born! LIve!
Seek out who you truly are
And then be that
Don't let anyone tell you what to do
And always, always, always 
After all, the wolf captures more sheep
Dressed in shepherds clothing.
-S. Watson

A Full Moon Ponder

If a man insisted always on being serious, 

and never allowed himself a bit of fun and relaxation, 

he would go mad or become unstable without knowing it.

-Herodotus, 5th-century B.C. Greek historian

Retirement by Anne Bronte
O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by. 
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone! 
One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God!

Philosophy for New Moon
I have just three things to teach:
Simplicity, patience, compassion.
These three are your greatest treasures.
Simple in actions and in thoughts,
You return to the source of being.
Patient with both friends and enemies,
You accord with the way things are.
Compassionate toward yourself,
You reconcile all beings in the world.
-Lao Tzu

Keep the party goin'
Contesting results of birth
You can't remember

Sinister monsters
Devour beings of the Earth
As they surrender

Don't stop now, you fool
Gotta keep the party goin'
And render a smile

Down the rabbit hole...
-S. Watson

The Full Moon Reflected On Me
You are not your story.....

Each unique collection of energy
Expressed in human or any other form 
Has relevance and value.

Your story is just what you do,
Play with it
Screw it up
Have some fun
Win some, lose some
Persona is just a candy bar wrapper
Who you are is far more 
Profound, Eternal and Beautiful

-In loving memory of my kindred friend
of long ago and forever,

There is a place that I live
Has anyone lived here before?
Could I even open the door?
....if a friend came knocking

There is a way that I give
I wonder how much I have here
Could I even offer an ear ?
....if a friend began talking

To me
It's mystery
To me
The love I keep 

I keep the love
In a closet 
Up above
In the back

-S. Watson

Sankalpa for New Moon
Surrender, Empty & be Light
(it's more than a morning bathroom meditation)

A Quote from Chief Joseph
All men were made brothers.
The earth is the mother of all people,
and all people should have equal rights upon it.
You might as well expect the rivers to run backward
as that any man who was born free should be contented
when penned up and denied liberty
to go where he pleases.

Full Moon Issues
"I try to think but inside my skull is a jumble of broken parts, 
thought shards whose ends do not fit each other."
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
From "The Mistress of Spices."

 -artwork by Eve Eon

To The Moon
By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Art thou pale for weariness
    Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
    Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a Joyless eye

Sankalpa for New Moon
Through storms of great chaos & change...
I adapt

The Vantage Song

I was stuck between
A rock and a wet place
When an echoing truth 
Was thrown in my face
Within my love of blossom & fruit
There dwelled a dreadful fear of roots
A deep and dreadful fear of roots

I need to hear the voice of the silence
I need to be the voice of the dead
Music comes with a price
In a land filled with pirates
Stake their claim on your lake 
And then nest in your bed
No more voice of the silence 
No more songs from the dead

Lightning glistens 
On horizons so dark
Heading toward Vantage
No sanity of spark
Despite my love of blossom & fruit
I have a dreadful fear of roots
A deep and dreadful fear of roots
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for Full Moon
All I've ever been
And all I will ever be
In this moment
And all that I AM 
Requires approval 
from no being

Fill your bowl to the brim; and it will spill.
Keep sharpening your knife; and it will blunt.
Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench.
Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner.
Do your work, then step back
The only path to serenity.
-Lao Tzy, circa 500 BC

New Moon & Earth Day Blessing
Naked toes caress new wet grass
And the Earth does revitalize
The Soul through the sole
May this connection to her
Be sensed and honored 

What in the world is your head doing there
All rolled up in that bail of hay?
While the rest of you body 
Goes dancing around
On the rose colored side of the bay

Damage done to the ego
Disgraces your face
Puckers of sour lemon discontent

Moonlit dreams & lovers
On the edge of your mood
Penetrate in exhausting relent

Less the cost of the movie
If you stay till the end
And are not satisfied
With the show

Maybe it was a rip off
Or a really bad joke
You should cash in the refund
And go
-S. Watson

Dark Before Dawn

My Thoughts on this Full Moon
The subtle differences between living and surviving
have not so much to do with what you do,
but how you do it, and who you do it with. 
When pushed by the devil to exist in survival mode, 
When your most valuable skills and talents 
become completely invisible,
When the flames of hell begin to lick at your tender toes;
It's time to pack your bags, ditch your resentment, 
and go where you're needed.
Be free, be seen, be heard (not herd)

Ode' to Mother Orcas
I had a dream that I lived on an island where people ran around catching faeries all the time. It was the most magical place I'd ever been. I communed with Undines at waterfalls and followed enchanted paths through lush green forests that went on as long and far as you wanted them to.
Starfish displayed themselves in patterns of random beauty just outside my back door, where the sounds of the waves lapping against the shore were only slightly overshadowed by the singing of the waterfall that ran past the side of a building named 'CHI', where I dwelled, a very grateful inhabitant.
I connected with some wonderful friends, with whom I shared many happy times. We laughed, sang, sipped wine,and even talked to Bob sometimes.
I awoke filled with gratitude for the beauty, spirit, and deeper connection to my own true nature from spending time in this magical dream land that I NEVER wanted to leave.
I would like to propose a hearty toast to Mother Orcas, may she live forever in all her enchanted glory; and may our paths cross again and again. With all my love and all my heart, to you, my kindred friend.
Cin Cin
-S. Watson

Machu Picchu

From Peru to You


Whirl around me winds of skorn,
through my pain a stronger heart is born.
The thunder roars, and the lightning screams,
try in vain to crush my dreams.
Laughing at clouds of black lace,
a single raindrop on my face.
Brew, oh storm, for I fear you not,
remembering my lessons taught.
I stand my ground, you've not a chance,
for in this rain, I will dance.
(author unknown. I found it online at Webook.com
and thought it an inspiration. Anyone know who wrote it?)

Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass,
it's about learning to dance in the rain.
-author unknown

For the New Moon
'Man did not weave the web of life;
he is merely a strand in it.
Whatever he does to the web,
he does to himself.' 
taken from This Earth is Precious, Chief Seattle

This poem was written by Tani Brewer, using a line from 

i have known the inexorable sadness of pencils.
bright rigid body does bend
but knows too well it can be broken
by frustration's impotent rage
or sharpened and prepared 
and sharpened and repaired
until nothing is left

it doesn't take much to imagine
sitting there in a paralysis of being;
feeling the rich cold smoothness within,
lead the mind center
words thoughts trapped in stone
ideas petrified within a slender silver
no leaves dancing to wind song
no exhilaration of running sap
no roots sucking earth's juices

isolated even from one's own kind;
encapsulated in gaudy, never-changing
sameness of labels

waiting dumb blind stiff
to feel the still dormant thrust
of an enlivening hand

A line of comfort during the madness of a Full Moon:
"Kill all my demons,
and my angels might die too"
-Tennessee Williams 
photo from desktopnexus.com

Dark Guardian
A panther came to me
Black and cold
Eyes that pierce through

Truth they exchange
Excuses for inflicting pain
So the innocent suffer

But the panther sees all
Shine through darkness
Eyes that guide you

Where destiny beckons
On the horizon 
Alexandrite complexity
-S. Watson

New Moon Gratitude 
Bob is great 
Bob is good
Let us thank him
For our mood 

A Tree Once Told Me:

Light separates
And tears apart 
In rainbows

That which darkness 
Then gathers to unify
In rain

Over and over until 
The inevitable vanishing of self 
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for Full Moon

I access freedom and prosperity
Through embracing the divine
Will of the universe

To Hope

by John Keats
WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit, 
When no fair dreams before my - mind’s eye - flit, 
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; 
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, 
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head. 

Whene’er I wander, at the fall of night, 
Where woven boughs shut out the moon’s bright ray, 
Should sad Despondency my musings fright, 
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away, 
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof, 
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof. 

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, 
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; 
When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, 
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: 
Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, 
And fright him as the morning frightens night! 

Whene’er the fate of those I hold most dear 
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow, 
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer; 
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow: 
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed, 
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head! 

Should e’er unhappy love my bosom pain, 
From cruel parents, or relentless fair; 
O let me think it is not quite in vain 
To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air! 
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, 
And wave thy silver pinions o’er my head! 

In the long vista of the years to roll, 
Let me not see our country’s honour fade: 
O let me see our land retain her soul, 
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom’s shade. 
From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed - 
Beneath thy pinions canopy my head! 

Let me not see the patriot’s high bequest, 
Great Liberty! how great in plain attire! 
With the base purple of a court oppress’d, 
Bowing her head, and ready to expire: 
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings 
That fill the skies with silver glitterings! 

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star 
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud; 
Brightening the half veil’d face of heaven afar: 
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, 
Sweet Hope, celestial influence round me shed, 
Waving thy silver pinions o’er my head. 

February, 1815. 


To the kind and gentle ones
Blessed Be 
The only valuable things one can collect in this life 
Are experiences
So fill your lifetime bouquet with beauty 
Fragrant with gratitude
Love & hate; loyalty & betrayal; 
wealth & poverty; admiration & envy
May all your experiences 
Become joyful and free memories
In this ecstatic & miserable corporeal existence
Sally forth, my friends
Focus your vision and see how the years 
Can bring great serenity and affluence  
To the kind and gentle ones
-S. Watson


I see you always
Dancing on Rain
Living the good life
Sidestepping pain
May Family, Love,  
And our friendship abide
For past
For future
For now
-S. Watson

Sexy, strong, focused, brilliant, centered,
clear, beautiful, kind, gentle, passionate,
grateful, god, goddess, diva, gumby,
honorable, worthy, healthy.
Pick one a day, and go be that.

Stoned on fog
The journey droned on in a monologue landscape
Of white cloud and yellow center line
Miles burned forever into one singular moment
Rock your banana
On a blind steering wheel
Where indecision
Rides a beautiful roller coaster
Of random experiences
Can you drive yourself home now?
The answer is, no
You've selfishly stored your heart
Inside a chest you keep hidden away
And you tend not to leave it anywhere
Much like a tear down tent
That vanishes without trace
-S. Watson
I make it my goal to help people.
My intention is to be a healing influence.
I accept this honorable calling to do kind
and caring things for all beings, everywhere....
and send them peace 

Ode to Rain

A String of Backward Haiku
Graceful dancing on thirsty
Ground pregnant with life
Wrapped in warm and tranquil sound

Is this necessary sight?
Must you always take?
Entertain her for a change

Inspiration, creation
Renewal of life
Unaware you say, bad day
-S. Watson

The day's gonna be all upside down....

A Tired Poem

I grow weary of the snakes
That follow me from garden to garden
Fangs dripping always ready 
Suck the life from the heart of the sun

Evil towers in envy 
Over all that is beautiful and good
Waking day after day into a world of battle
Good intentions scared and mamed

I beg of thee, oh gentle warrior
Unsheath thy deadly powers
End the war
That the heart of the sun
Again may know freedom
-S. Watson

Sankalpa for Full Moon
Sunyata(shoon-yuh-tah): Empty
(No really, that's it. Just work on that.)

In the Spirit of Samhain
"The boundaries which divide life

from death are at best shadowy and
vague. Who shall say where the one
ends and where the other begins?"

Haiku for New Moon
My tranquility
Soul soothing deep lake water
Magical and clear

The Spirit of the Saints
a poem by Rumi
There is a Water that flows down from Heaven
To cleanse the world of sin by grace Divine.
At last, its whole stock spent, its virtue gone.
Dark with pollution not its own, it speeds
Back to the Fountain of all purities;
Whence, freshly bathed, earthward it sweeps again,
Trailing a robe of glory bright and pure.
This Water is the Spirit of the Saints,
Which ever sheds, until itself is beggared,
God's balm on the sick soul; and then returns
To Him who made the purest light of Heaven

A Story That Could Be True (last stanza)
by Willism Stafford
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
“Who are you really wanderer?”-
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
“Maybe I’m a king.”
“Maybe I’m a queen."

Full Moon Haiku
Beauty swells and gives
In every turning season
Blessed by Harvest Moon

An excerpt from Night Ramblings

by Tani Brewer

on the fourth day
she follows you like a hungry animal
and your bones crack like jammed ice
in a heavy winter

her voice skrees and caws like gulls
after a whale hunt
with eyes as merciless and knowing as crows
only you does she watch

merging with chance
those  pityless eyes
black and shiny
as destiny

she sings an ancient song of the Moon
casting her nets lighty
over the waves

as she collects the milky bones of her sons and waits
in  a silence
which will crawl into your skin
soon enough

she perhaps
has become a dragon. . .
but only your  fear  has given her teeth

Today and everyday, I follow my heart
My heart can deliver me
To more beautiful places
Than my head could ever lead me

A Boat 
O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival
and he started
when he saw
the Ferris wheel.
green and red tears
flowed down
his furry cheeks.
He looked
like a boat
out on the dark

-Richard Brautigan

(also by Brautigan, Trout Fishing In America;
it's a must read)

A poem of good intentions
I shift my gaze to the heavens

Open my hand and look at the things
I must let go of from today

These things are not a part of me
I choose my breath and look up

Then cherishing all that is good,
honorable, and kind in my world
I turn my hand down and let go the devils excrement

Compost is beneath me
I shift my gaze to the heavens
And rejoice!
-S. Watson

I will not suffer just because I'm in pain. 
I will instead hear and share the music that graces my soul; 
and I will show gratitude for the gift of my existence.
(That being said, pain really does kinda suck.)

Glass Habit
I have a glass habit
That’s what it is now
Glass laced with freedom

It’s a careful habit to keep
A little blood spills now and then
To show I’m slightly human

Born an illusion
Friend of the monkey
That kept my pulse going

Bad habits start young
And in time nothings there anymore

But glass habits are always there
Glass laced with freedom

It’s like having a heart
That’s all it is right now
A pulse laced with freedom

Screaming only when the glass breaks
And we touch
-S. Watson

"Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe,
and enthusiastically act upon ... must inevitably come to pass."
~ Paul Meyer

Walking through a thousand post cards
On my way from freckled pond
Twice the bridge before us shook
Before the muted light of dawn

Dancing on the sea that breathes me
Talking to the morning sun
Light believes in every dream
That sings unto the blissful one

The Universe completes my vow
She waves her tail and says
Meow Meow
-S. Watson

Every day I feel better about myself and the whole world around me

A Poem by Anais Nin

And then the day came,
when the risk to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom

Sankalpa for some moon or other
"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law"
-Aleister Crowley

"Do what keepest thou from wilting
shall be the loop hole in the law" 
-J.R. Bob Dobbs

A Poem by William Ernest Henley
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the manace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

I am content in just being

One Day Everything
One day everything stopped
Eyes opened and finally popped
In unisonistic synchronization 
Back into my head

This games' been played before 
Bouncing bobble-brain dodge and burn
Givers of vision
Missing their target

Tombstone Sally was playing on 
What used to feel like death
But now seems insignificant, 
A fart in the wind of time

Small and tortured days
Are behind a sun that set long ago
New light shines hot in mastered passion
Blasting shadows where fear used to grow

Strictly controlled
She dances a lavender dream
Let your fire burn
Be still 
And open your eyes
-S. Watson

I find grace within unity
Delivered in the lyric and movement
Of birds that live on raindrops

Ma, Durga Ma!
Thoughts From The Tiger

I am the tiger Durga rides on
She is the light of self worth
Demons as large as your mothers 
Scowling disapproval 
Cower in her presence

Upon my back she rides
Fearless and calm along with me
Victory is simply expected
Pride, unnecessary

Durga Ma Durga
She is the fire in my stripes
I am the tiger Durga rides on
Mahisa is locked in her sites
Watch the frightened demon flea

Another dead enemy
Another beautiful day
-S. Watson

Joy is my motivation and my natural state of being.
Today and every day, my movements, thoughts, and obligations,
all come from a place of pure joy.
Joy is my motivation and my natural state of being.
Sat Nam

On leaving some Friends at an early Hour
a sonnet by John Keats 1817

GIVE me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap’d up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star, 
Or hand of hymning angel, when ’tis seen 
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween: 
And let there glide by many a pearly car, 
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar, 
And half discovered wings, and glances keen. 
The while let music wander round my ears, 
And as it reaches each delicious ending, 
Let me write down a line of glorious tone, 
And full of many wonders of the spheres: 
For what a height my spirit is contending! 
’Tis not content so soon to be alone. 

I am present and free in this moment.
I am no longer waiting for anything.
No waiting in line; waiting for work; waiting to leave work; 
waiting in traffic; waiting for dinner.
I AM in line; I AM working; I AM in traffic; I AM resting;I AM dining; 
I AM empowered. 
Doesn't that feel better than waiting?
In short, being here now is better than getting there later.
I am present and free in this moment.
-S. Watson

Moon Smiles
I have a friend 
I have a soul
I used to live here
But there was no Earth

It fell through sunshine
And turned into time
Or out of time
Or maybe both

I have a fire
I have a mind
I used to grow here
But there were no trees

Outside of flowers
The air does breath
And the moon smiles
On the hearts of her children

Earth and Rainbows
Dropping songs into the breeze
-S. Watson

I access music through silence, 
and fill up on the empty.

Within the wild, random fears
that precede joy
I was reminded to breath
That saved my life

The chiming voices of kindness
brought beauty and peace
into a whirling tornado
that held me prisoner in Kali's comfort zone
Until the storm died down

If ever I lose my faith in humanity
or start to feel that the collective human spirit
has become void of all love and kindness,
I will simply call upon the incredible, comforting, 
and often magical connections 
and experiences from these past few weeks
My faith will be restored; my spirit lifted

From Shawnaland to all beings everywhere
-S. Watson

A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
-William Blake

The Tiger
by William Blake

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes? 
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what are
Could twist the sinews of thy heart? 
And, when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

What the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Meditation for New Moon
Sit in comfortable seated position with perfect straight spine; cross your hands over your chest, left on right with thumbs touching, fingers together and pointing in a 'V' to your shoulders. Now take long deep breaths of six second inhale and six second exhales. On the inhale imagine breathing in a soft golden/pink light that goes down your spine and fills you up to the top of your head and radiates out from your core. Imagine the light burning away all thoughts of negativity you have toward yourself or any troubling situations. On the exhale imagine all negativity leaving your body, mind, and spirit; pressing it into the ground to be neutralized as you pull the belly in and squeeze the breath from your body. 

So, Inhale: breath in light. Exhale: eliminate negative thoughts and feelings. Do this for at least six breaths. You should feel a sense of peace, openness, and a kind of lightness that comes when you get to 'take the weight of the world' off your shoulders. Now go out there and have a better day. I know I will. 

I can feel them
They speak to me
with old lady voices
"We are many,
We will live"
Tortured by logs
Sprouting from ancient forests
Defeated tweezers
Bow in humiliation
If I gave them names
Would they become my friends?
The answer is NO!
-S. Watson

I will envision my breath
within the context of rainbows
and take comfort in breathing

Rainbow Rafting
Scattered focus settles on color
riding on pain

Smoke ribbons and light are stretching
create your desire

Shiver in realities that giggle and roar
some small-some large

Some on fire
-S. Watson

Chinese Proverb for New Moon
If I keep a green bough in my heart,
the singing bird will come. 
-To honor the passing, Year of the Tiger; 
and the coming, Year of the Rabbit.

Drinking Alone by Moonlight, 
a poem by Rihaku

A cup of wine, under the flowering trees;
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
Raising my cup I beckon the bright moon,
For he, with my shadow, will make three men.
The moon, alas, is no drinker of wine;
Listless, my shadow creeps about at my side.
Yet with the moon as friend and the shadow as slave
I must make merry before the Spring is spent.
To the songs I sing the moon flickers her beams;
In the dance I weave my shadow tangles and breaks.
While we were sober, three shared the fun;
Now we are drunk, each goes his way.
May we long share our odd, inanimate feast,
And meet at last on the Cloudy River of the sky.
-Rihaku was a famous poet in China, and is also known in English as Li Po

Today I will see beauty and kindness
in even the meanest and ugliest of my fellow human beings.

Even the shattered pieces of a broken heart
In the right artists hands
Can be born into a mosaic masterpiece
More beautiful and strong than the original vessel
Could have ever imagined itself becoming
-S. Watson

2010 Stuff:

we are trees
we are sticks
we have tails
that tuck and tip

our feet float
as we flow 
moving in harmony 
with the powerful and gentle 
breath of universal peace

love prepares us for duty
happy strong in beauty
we give with joy
the divine in me smiling back at
the divine in you

we are balance
chakras spinning
and in this moment
for we have tails!
-S. Watson
Cat On Mat

I see truth; I do not judge; I act according to the divine will of the universe.

I had this dream and my family and friends and a cat and I were staying at this place where there is a kind of ride that everyone likes to go on. In my dream it was ok and people did it all day long and no one got hurt or anything; but it LOOKED like people in a four man raft going over Snoqualami Falls. Part of the "protective gear" used in this little adventure was the wearing of basket balls on the feet; blue basket balls, not the orange ones. So I was in this nice creamy white colored clean hotel room with my cat and another person who was not part of the family/friend thing, but rather a kind of 'wise old lady' person. She neither encouraged nor discouraged me, but was non the less comforting to have there. As I was readying myself to leave...running late and having trouble getting my thin summer clothes on my newly showered and damp body, I thought to myself, 'I don't WANT to go over Snoqualami Falls in a four man raft with blue basketballs on my feet'. I headed out the door, late, and long after everyone else had gone. I looked my kitty in the eye before I left and she had a very concerned and alert look on her worried little tortie face. I bid her and the wise old lady goodbye and headed out the door and down the hall to the 'launch pad' for the ride; running with blue basketballs on my feet. Alas, I was too late and the family had already left and were on the ride. Darn!

Just before I woke up I thought to myself ' oh, I'm in so much trouble with them now', but I don't think I cared too much. I knew I had made the right choice.
Sooo.....how does that make you feel? 

Snoqualami Falls

I am healthy, strong, beautiful, and focused
I radiate kindness and love everywhere I go

I give and receive love freely, without fear or expectations 
Love moves my breath and my spirit into beauty and peace

I listen deeply into the silence, and place unshakable trust in Divine guidance

My heart is an open flowing river, 
giving and receiving pure affluence wrapped up 
in glowing packages of universal love.

As I was formulating the above sankalpa, my mind drifted into the River Of Life Meditation, by Van Ault. Anyway, I floated on my pretty cloud of pink stuff, over to the big rock in the middle of my river and sat facing in the direction the river was flowing. bobbing along on the current and even floating through the air were all these colorful, beautifully wrapped packages. Packages with things like expensive wines, exotic tropical fruits, Manhattan view condos, Jane, cat toys, cats, friends, lovers, family, good health, yoga mats and chanting, Johnny Depp, warm rainy days in the Pugetopolis, all of Peru in general, and just every thing that is beautiful and good about life. I became curious and turned around only to behold, flowing infanitaly toward me, more and more of the same colorful packages. I lay back down and became the river. Then all these gifts flowed generously through me, and moved on to bless other beings along the way. I felt myself becoming, intuitive, aware, at peace...free.

The Full Moon
light coils around my spine
spiraling top to bottom
and expanding in all directions 
I am in a glowing vessel of light...
now only light can come to me,
and only light can be here.....
ananda cid-akasha=blissful inner space
-S. Watson

Lar Xydefub
I wish upon Lar Xydefub for
a graceful and dignified independence.
Moving like an opulent fluid butterfly;
Breathing and walking in the moment
with divine inspiration.
Then channeling that inspiration
through music, movement, mind, and spirit.
Maintaining the solid, honorable, and loving intent
of nurturing the world around me,
as well as the world within me

note: Lar Xydefub is a leprechaun I found underneath Jenee's refrigerator.
He's my friend ;^)
-S. Watson

The next time the cat woman sees a ghost, I will not hide in the closet; I will comfort her instead. I am not afraid of ghosts, toasts, or solid beings. We move through each others worlds with Divine grace and kindness. Now, say it with me: "I extend divine grace and kindness to all beings everywhere (pause) and send them peace... I extend divine grace and kindness to all beings everywhere (pause) and send them peace... I extend divine grace and kindness to all beings everywhere (pause) and send them peace." namaste 

Bija Interrupted....a poem, sort of Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, COOKIES, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, BOB, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, BOB COOKIES, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, Lam, YUM, Lam, Lam, Lam
note: bija means seed. a bija is a one syllable mantra.
-S. Watson

My voice is strong and resonates in both internal and external spaces. 
I accept my personal power with dignity and grace and am grateful 
for the gifts I have to offer.

Trikonasana in Evening Park
As leaves fall to the ground
let spirit rise to breathe in Autumn's magic

One hand holds down the earth
while the other reaches for the moon

Pulling down energy from the heavens
while taking comfort in the grounding and
loving pulse of Mother Earth

I become a connection between the two
Still and silent to be watched

You think you can see me
but your mind and you eyes 
have misinformed you
-S. Watson

I am protected by the Divine and abundant goodness of the universe 
I am wrapped up in a warm comforting eiderdown of light, 
radiating throughout my auric field seven feet in all directions
Love is my protection and I rest gently and peacefully in her powerful arms

Who Says Words With My Mouth?

All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
This drunkenness began in some other tavern.
When I get back around to that place,
I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile,
I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary.
The day is coming when I fly off,
but who is it now in my ear who hears my voice?
Who says words with my mouth?
Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? 
I cannot stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of an answer,
I could break out of this prison for drunks.
I didn't come here of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.
-A Poem by Rumi

There is always a way within present time reality to express the truth inside of you, and in that expression of truth lies the freedom to honor and please that which is Divine.

Singing & Resting 
Soaring into the pure love of honest sound
It feels uncomfortable to stop
Like maybe it didn’t really happen
And even if it just happened
Maybe I can’t do it again
And if not
Does that make me a liar?
-S. Watson

Petty disturbances and irritations
Now fall from my awareness

My gaze rises to the heavens
Limbs reach out to embrace the stars

Deceased leaves circle around me
Only to be carried away on the breath of the wind
-S. Watson

A Poem for Samhain

In this time of grateful abundance
When the gap between the two worlds becomes very small
The voices of the dead and the voices of the living 
Share in a moment of harmonious song

In this time of cinnamon and cider
The evening chill snaps
Like so many twigs underfoot
In this brisk land of Nightshade and Pine

No one ever echos with the resonance
Of the ones we can no longer embrace
But in this time of honoring all beings everywhere
Maybe the echos can embrace us
Maybe the echos can embrace us
-S. Watson

Life within the human form is a fleeting and beautiful gift that 
fills me with joy and gratitude. 
I am not here to judge or to be judged. 
I live, I learn, I become

A Dream

I was at this big party, and You were there, and Jane was there, and Johnny Depp, of course was there. And we were in this penthouse apartment that overlooked a beautiful lit up city at night. I can't remember why this one guy kept bumping into me and saying, "Oh, excuse me, I thought you were a tree", but it happened like seven times. Jane was a time traveler from a more enlightened race from a whole nother planet. She was dressed like a gypsy queen and telling people's fortunes, and she had this magic glowing crystal ball. There was a guy playing a harpsichord in the living room. It was eerie, and brilliant. I was really enjoying the music, and the dancing, and the Hindu Kush....and, and, and, and then Mom showed up and made everyone go home! Why does that always happen? 
Then Mom and I sat down at the breakfast nook (I guess it was MY apartment, nice) and had rhubarb pie with french press coffee and talked about red wing bats as we watched the sun rise over the city. End dream.

I think cousin Steve took this one
I breathe deeply; I speak with kind and gentle words; I am still and at peace in the moment.

Be With Those Who Help Your Being
a poem by Rumi

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you y
My courage is stronger than my fear. 
Repeat until you believe.
"I don’t care how badly you’ve been beaten down.  It is never too late to regain your courage.  Never!" -Steve Pavlin

Fears Make Great Pets
Another Dream

There was this big spider that was a very important fixture throughout the dream. He was  as big as a bowling ball, and red. He lived in this giant web that just seemed to show up everywhere my friends and I went. At one point this evil guy I used to date freaked out and started spraying him with bug spray. I screamed out,  'No! No! We don't want to hurt it!'. The spider went running off, but somehow I knew he would be ok. He ran away like a cat, and I was upset that he had been hurt. It was as if the big scary spider were my beloved pet. Dream interrupted by consciousness. Fine'.
Diagnosis: Counterphobic.  I concur.

I see myself clearly; Naked
Hundreds of meaningless costumes and disguises
Burned away by the blazing light of truth
Truth is my identity.
I shall humbly live my life to please that which is Divine
and honor the truth within me

Angels or Demons?
They sandpapered my soul 
Bleeding into tomorrows cup
Insanity lurks in the background
While large, mutant women
Hissss through twisted mirrors
And alien ancestors spy on me
Through the cracks
Angels or Demons?

      -who saw Satan lean?
      -an Altoswan saw he
-S. Watson

pic of me by Mary
My practice maintains and preserves the integrity of my physical, mental, and spiritual structure. 

My actions are mindful and deliberate. 
I am healthy and strong. 

Ancient festival
Give candles and garden gnomes
Fuzzy on my glance

Serve a tasty feast
No one became me like you
A celebration

With such mighty force
Through smiling wine libation
Naked carolers

The singing was sweet
So eat drink and be merry
Human biscuits too?!!

Roman pagans dance
Come into the beautiful
-S. Watson

Bubble Up with Cookies & Wine

I await clarity before choosing my course of action
I am focused, centered, and clear
The pure light within guiding me on

To Reconnect With Your Muse:
Be aware of your capacity to create, and honor it.
Be aware of the creation-gestation, and honor it.
Be aware of the birth, and honor it.
Be aware of the love, sweat, and passion involved in cultivation, and honor it.
Be aware of the fruition, and honor it.
Be aware of the death, and honor that too.

Now be aware of the life force sewing together 
these remarkable tapestries of consciousness,
again and again, over and over.
Honor the eternal creative breath.
-S. Watson

pic by Mom
Need a New Years Resolution? 
Try one of these:
1) I resolve to open up a driving school in Montana. There should at least be one.
2) I resolve to win the lottery on the third wednesday of March.
3) I resolve to purchase a penguin.
4) I resolve to stop mistaking sweet potatoes for yams.
5) I resolve to take my eight to twelve week fantasy world wine tour.
6) I resolve to take time out for a weekly massage and mind buffing.
7) I resolve to be a good friend.
8) I resolve to stop talking to myself all the time.
9) I resolve to scoop the cat box and/or de-poo the yard every day no matter what.
10) I resolve to keep (your name here)ville a free, kind, and inspired empire.

Unless otherwise credited, all photos and poems
are by Shawna L. Watson 
a.k.a the Wine Witch