The Tenth Muse and
the Midnight of New Beginnings
The Muse is at the back door of your heart
She opens it without a sound
and enters in with bare feet covered in red dirt
She holds all the colors in her nimble fingers
She strokes you gently
You feel the colors blending
She causes your wild animals to stir
Your body is filled with
the passion of sunset orange
the melancholy of blue sky turning pink
the longing green of soft moss after too much rain
She opens you to magenta with a kiss on your open lips
You can feel it all the way inside the wilderness of you
A pulse, a power, a paint color you can’t even see
A pulse, a power, a paint color
In the depth of your forest your animals awaken
Your black bear blinks
and nurses her cub with white milk in a pink cave
Your tiger roars from deep within the stone enclosure
and moves out solo onto ochre soil to hunt
Your swan chooses a mate forever, opalescent feathers flowing
But it’s the snake that surprises you, she always does
She is licking the air
testing to see if you are paying enough attention
The Muse always brings her own weather
Are you paying enough attention?
You have a crush on the Muse and for good reason
Even your wild animals are no match for her colors
As you accept from her open hand,
the color bone black, you shiver
It’s the black you know you need to use now
to paint your bear!
You are afraid, and rightly so
She wants you to go deeper,
to go darker into that cave
She wants you to drink her milk
To suckle the teat of life
She wants you to renew yourself
She is here to help you
She is here to help you
You don’t really like the word help.
but that is what she is here to do
She is wielding brushes of hog hair,
magic wands to make your worlds awaken
You aren’t sure you want to be that awake
You don’t know if you are ready
The soft brush she uses on your arm,
the hair from some exotic animal long ago
It’s the brush from Paris in the shape of a ram’s horn
It is the horn itself
She is smoothing the hairs as you begin to breath rapidly
What exactly is she inviting you into anyway?
The lines of creativity and sensuality blur and blend
Your heart stirs as your thighs turn to liquid
The tiger leaps ahead, her black stripes blinding orange
The swan’s open black beaks to make babies with red nostrils
The snake is the color of midnight with a pink tongue
You smooth the canvas with an open palm
You kiss the fibers and you breathe a prayer
You dip the brush into liquid black with flecks of gold and
You begin
You just begin again and again and again
The Tenth Muse,
The Muse of Painting and Pleasure has visited you
You are covered in black fur and white feathers
You have your own pink tongue to flick
You begin You
The Midnight of New Beginnings
Is upon you
Begin beloved with honoring
What makes you come fully alive
Where do you come more fully alive?
This is the place to begin the painting of your life
The Muse is at the back door of your heart
She opens it without a sound and enters in
with bare feet covered in red dirt
You aren’t exactly sure what she is inviting you into
But you just say YES, YES and YES!
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Happy New Year Dear Hearts!
This is an excerpt from the book, Wishbone Tattoo.
Blessings on your new beginnings.
Those of you in Temple, this is your Invocation to the MUSE.
Starting my new year at the Beach, and yes, it is warm enough for bare feet.
Love me some California.
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