Srisha Births a Nation~House of Ganesha

On February 5, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Ganesha Mantra to African Drums, House of Ganesha Zen Garden Created and Photographed by DeBorah Ann Palmer., Lyrisha, Srisha Births a Nation, Srisha Births a Nation~House of Ganesha, Uncategorized3 Comments

Srisha Births a Nation

Lyrisha

In the time of Before. Whorls. Whirls. A Looking Glass. Lyrisha stepped into the breech, squatted down and birthed Pangaea. Beholding her child she cut the umbilical cord, flung the afterbirth to the sky and she proclaimed I am the Seed Giving Mother. Melanated being swirling, twirling, whirling dervishes in Praise to the Most High!

SiStar Luna has blessed us with a full Blood Moon. A Conjuring time has settled in. Cleansing, purifying, Blood Season.

Re-absorption has begun. A Virgin gathers thorns.

Click — Click — Click

I welcome SiSta Luna and drink in her Essence. Then I became Moon Goddess cast into MoonLit Silver bars. Shadows creep from beyond the hedges. Minerva anointed Mother Earth Scared Scented Oils undulated through germinated Blossoms.

Moonbeams eek through nectar blooms washes over land sweetened with adjoining rivers, brooks, lakes, oceans, seas subsumed across the Universe. Who is she who sliced the reeds. Behold a predator lurks among the bulrushes. Pierced by a shaft of solar eclipse he goes to dust. Taken in by Gaia to be resurrected flora. Who bigged your belly so soft, moist and round? Nudes in the sand grain upon grain. Assembling Diana rides the Night breezes. I was only a voyeur to dust and sand.

You are a silent movie in a sea of captivated cacophony. A Paradox? A Life? Palindrome. Symbiosis.

Fecundity of the forest is our temple Goddess in a Land kisst by Solaria. Arcadian rhythms beat out season-less suns.

Tendersea breathe deeply.

House of Ganesha Zen Garden Created and Photographed by DeBorah Ann Palmer.

http://hinduism.about.com/od/lordganesha/a/ganesha.htm

http://www.lotussculpture.com/ganesh1.html

Ganesha Mantra to African Drums

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The Daily Prompt #271 ~~ Moonrise Over Solaris

On March 7, 2015March 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Black Unicorn, Celestial, Clouds, Darkness, Galaxies, Lava, Luna, Lunar, Moons, Obsidian, Planets, Pollinating, Seed, Seeds, Solar systems, Stars, suns, Universe, Volanic9 Comments

Moonrise Over Solaris

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Enveloped in the sweet inky darkness of a sultry summer Knight his face flees from my mind as I chase it from dimension to dimension. Finally letting go I fade into Solaris laying upon her Lunar base, I allow the Moonrise and twinkling stars to seep into my flesh igniting my stigmata to flare forth into the future.

Eruptions of hot lava issue forth from every orifice. Inky Darkness remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry Celestial eyes devouring my pheromone gaze. Samson, Know you not that your strength lies in your Night streaked Locs?

Allow the weight of obsidian rolling clouds to keep rhythm with creating volcanic galaxies. Black Unicorn Pegasus trails Midnight passion seeds pollinating transcendent universe.

I clap my hands and entire solar systems arise, new planets are life populated and dying stars alliance with more brilliant suns.

In the Dust of this Earth

On January 28, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn African American Queen, African Goddess, Arboreal Splendor, Atlantis, Dust in the Wind, Earth, Fauna, Flora, Foliage, Gaia, Galaxies, ground, Heaven, In the Dust of This Planet, Luna, Moon, Sand, Saturn, Soil, Solar systems, sphere, Stardust, womb2 Comments

Dust in the Wind….

All we are is Dust in the Wind……

http://youtu.be/bSZIq1Fr–8

We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.

Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more. Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.

In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom. You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground. Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.

Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.

Luna Redeems Her Sisters

On July 5, 2013July 6, 2013 By dancingpalmtreesIn Poetry

Handsome men leave behind a trail of broken hearts. Bitter words and bitter lies designed to strip our souls of strength. For them it’s a game of Hearts. Hearts to break, souls to trample into the ground.

A Pathway littered with the debris of broken angels. Spirits melting into glass puddles lying stagnant upon the porous earth. Our Mother Earth taking mercy receives the scattered ashes mixed with Luna’s tears back into her Womb so that we can be reborn as the Phoenix Arisen.