Peaceful He Doeth Sleep

Dreaming of a new world of his very own

my boy is appearing to be almost full grown


Resting his head alongside a sea of strength

Kaelin is already almost 5'10 in love's length


Sleeping as he rests his handsome head here

beats a happy heart that knows not ever fear


Waking to a divine day created by sacred self

my shining son is filled with real inner wealth


Walking in wonder as he fixes his loving gaze

teenager owning his power as life does amaze


Wondering who he is and what he's meant to be

healthy young man with courage to truly free


Whispers of manhood loom in his near future

puberty does to bring forth conscious creature


What else is given in life - other than to dream?

in the making of men, all is not what it may seem.


Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com
www.3rdEyeFoto.com

p.s.

As he lay sleeping, an empowering week ago .. all i could see why my once so wee Baby K's inner beauty. Shining through .. this light that led me to love.

I am truly,  all i can be - for i have loved another, unconditionally.

I adore, respect, appreciate and honour you - dearest Kaelin.

 Dream of only love,

Magical Momma K

Precious be his Precipice

Precious be his precipice 

from this place where he stands

once upon childhood's bliss

seeing with eyes of a young man

Precious be his precipice 

as tall and straight as an arrow

focusing gaze to not miss

with wings to fly of a sparrow

Precious be his precipice 

alone and mighty in his power

nature he is wise to enlist

upon this rock he does tower

Precious be his precipice 

fearless in his new strength

setting sun his cheek to kiss

light will reach to any length

Precious be his precipice 

unsure of new rocky terrain

water he may have missed

land to never see, again

Precious be his precipice 

knowing he has far to go

gentleness' light does drift

casting shadows that grow.

Katherine Marion 

www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

 I discovered  my loving lens, locking knowing eyes, over the rocky shoreline, entering towards English Bay, last week. Coming upon the sweetest silhouette of my tall and tender-hearted son. One 14 year young man, stretching his size 10 feet. Clamouring upon jagged rocks with the effortless ease of a Billy Goat, far from gruff. Comfortable in his own skin and shoes. All too soon, to grow into yet, another perfect pair. 

How could my consciousness-raising  camera not help to catch up to sunset's resounding applause? As last twilight cast her spell upon boyhood's ageless wonder, true and fair!

K.M.

p.p.s.

I pause to ponder and reflect upon what it must have been like for Mother's of another era .. Or in another part of this seemingly often un-Godly earth ..  As they watch their own beloved son's leave the safe harbour of blessed home.. To prepare for war or some other ungainly cause. 

Simply, imagine ..? 

And, this footnote of magical mine ..  is merely finding joy in memorizing a few of my own shining son's first footprints of puberty!!!

K.M.

My Flowers Wear Pretty Faces

My flowers wear  pretty faces

taking me to exciting places

where love rules as divine

heaven is forever only mine


My flowers wear pretty faces

leaving me with tender traces

peace is what they give me

as far as my heart choose see


My flowers wear pretty faces

my mind clears and  erases

holding their smiles in my heart

letting go of any other part



My flowers wear pretty faces

as with puppies and shoe laces

I play with kindness' perception

removing all other deception


My flowers wear pretty faces

noticing as the morning traces

with new light colouring sweet

natures' bounty to gladly greet


My flowers wear pretty faces

as puppies play with shoe laces

bringing in peace of morn's light

making this world all and right


My flowers wear pretty faces

eyes that look kindly upon me

holding onto Gaia's sensuality

grabbing a hold of magical me


My flowers wear pretty faces

filled with loving that amazes

showing me all that truly ever is

I am carried unto eternal bliss.


Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

This pic of Kaelin was taken, the other night, upon the eve of his 15th birthday - April 4th. After picking up raw Lara bars at I.G.A, across from the Scotia Theatre, I also bought some pretty posies to take to the movies with us.

The next morn, as my big baby K soundly slept, I saw a lovely woman, with her long lashed eyes shut, in repose. Afterwards,  a happy babies bouncing face - was visible, as the new day brought forth gifts of seeing light. Yet, I felt entirely comfortable and at home, already. Soon after, i went to sleep - finally. It was 8 am.!

This is how much comfort we can bring to ourselves, with the gifts of our own internal sight. As the famous saying goes; "Whatever you focus on .. it increases." Thus, when we allow ourselves to be transported to an inner sanctum of safety and serenity, we are immortal and 'time' as we once thought we knew it .. stands still.

Pressing it's pretty smile .. right back up at blessed us!

Lying Eyes That Watch and Never Speak The Truth

Eyes full of lies

that watch me

fingers pointing

lips twitching

mouth bitching


Just let me BE





Broken-down soul

no longer whole

fueled by insanity

living in the past

mind racing fast



Just let me BE




Jealous slanderer

unhappiest heart

feeling so ugly

hurting innocence

pay your penance


Just let me BE


Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

As in the parable of Jesus nailed to the cross, or Gandhi sent 'home' early, and the mindless persecution of so many rare and beautifully unique minds and glowing hearts .. The typical person does not know how to deal with this much love, light and even - laughter in the face of seeming adversity.

Mostly, mad minds are crazed when they fixate on someone who is speaking their truth and setting themselves free. Thus, allowing others to do the sanest same ..

 If wisely chosen.

The worst place to live and very quickly die . is in a prison of another's mindless making.

Therefore, to those detractor's of magical mine - who write slander on my blog pages, call the Ministry of Children and Families on me, and target a lovely heart who only shares and trusts - Go and find your own wondrous way "home," get some much needed head-rest, and open your heart.

 And, please do not call me, when and if .. you awaken .. For you have tired me out so much, that all i need to do is dream of a better world where Angels such as I - fly high, upon wings of wonder. To help precious child and magical mother.

Not to kill or maim  precious one another.

Bless the babes and the idiot's.

I prefer the first ...


Loving and Protecting myself,

VERY SPECIAL k

Crying for Humanity

www.3rdEyeFoto.com - I captured this vision, biking over Granville St Bridge, Van, B.C.

Last month, i cried for weeks

for the loss of thankless  humanity


This newest day, already sobbing

world-wide rape and eternal robbing


Next year, so many of us do fear

may never arrive, as wished, here


Nuclear holocaust - this century

heart crying to be set trulyfree


Fukishima quake -loud and clear

mis-created from man-made fear


4 boys, screaming slander at me

only an open heart is brave to see


My son growing up in a lost world

watching white knuckles - unfurled


Daddy throwing his angry stones

how does this make for happy homes?


People too numb to feed a poor man

running as fast as closed hearts - can


Investor's buying up on a foreclosure

homeless dying from cold and exposure


What's a healing heart to possibly do ?

unto her own self - be divinely true


Cry as much to cleanse the body and mind

only way in .. to a healing remedy .. find!


Katherine Marion

www.Supernaturalwoman.com

p.s.

This poem speaks for itself.


Now, my heart is opening again... as only a gentle flower may. To sleep soundly, upon this new and blessed day.

k.m.

The Bridge of Transformation is made of telling Tears

Look at those who are no longer able to cry

too soon, they choose to roll over and die


Never trust one who are afraid of your tears

they have far too many dark and lonely fears


Trust that your emotions shall always guide

hold onto pain and watch it at your side


Ignore your hurts and they will only kill you

keeping secrets is never for a heart true


Crying is good for your most sacred soul

cleansing friends that make you whole


Falling onto sacred ground touched by pain

Creating a brave new heart, all over, again!


Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

Well, even if it is close to 6 am, i am so glad that i got rid of this buzzing 'bee' that has been bothering me and my bonnet, for a few dizzying days , already.

Last week, a trusted Ministry worker, told me, " The only thing that I am worried about is that you have been crying a lot, lately, almost every time that we talk." Then, later  going on to express how she felt, essentially - afraid - that i was "becoming flooded."

Right away, it reminded me of the story I had just previously recounted to her ... My beloved sister, Carol, once telling me on the phone, "Get yourself, together." in reference to me sobbing, after my son was taken, or something to that devastating effect. Well, at least this much kinder social worker, did see that this saddening behaviour exhibited; was very much lacking in "compassion." Yet, she still had her own hidden fears about expressing tears. Most probably, her own.

So many triggers did her seemingly thoughtful consideration of me and my emotions, cause .. I could have become very afraid that she may be likely to feel justified in the re-taking of my son. Even though - highly unlikely. Or,  I could choose, instead, to remain pleased at myself for entrusting my truth with another .. And, even if this younger woman, employed by the lowly government and highly un-evolved bureaucratic system, had the 'power' to disempower and virtually disembowel .. I knew that I must be true to mine own self.

Afterwards, as her 'warning' words .. rang in my ears, I shared my next poetry ., "The Bridge of Transformation is made of telling tears."

Wonder if she yet, understands?

A so called friend once sagely suggested that MCFD hire me and pay me government funds to teach them.

Just maybe.

With fearless compassion,

Katherine 

Cavorting In a Shallow Pool ... April Fool!

Cavorting in a shallow pool

mis-creates an April Fool


Creating a real, true man

means leaping into fry pan


Moving beyond mundane

excuses made by insane


Looking back to forgive

allows a future to live


Crying out in contempt

makes a soul - love exempt


Hiding from your own pain

hardly makes you sane


Hurting another with rage

does not your heart engage


Selfish acts are tall the same

gaining you God-less fame


Hurting those who love you

reveals your self to be untrue


Hiding the truth from yourself

keeps you from inner wealth


Seeking pain as pay-back

shows your rage, in fact


Limiting your own potential

losing out on the essential


Bless you in your tiring tirade

i am no longer your pretty slave


You have no respect for anyone

goodbye to you, truly selfish one!


Katherine Marion

www.SupenraautalWoman.com

p.s.

Sadly, what i feel  many of us Women .. what we do, is all together -  too much!

 Especially for others ..

This recent Xmas, i was called,  a "Fucking Cunt," by the donator of fast swimming sperm, that used to tell me so many times a day, " I love you," that i seriously began to believe that i may never be able to live without him. Or, so he told me, and tried to convince me.

After going through my purse, pockets, bank accounts and attempting to steal my business and rob me of any shred of self respect.

Not before kicking me in the leg and smacking in the face ( lightly, mind you - yet ... ), as a gift for giving him a baby, when our beloved boy was a few months old. And, right in front of him, too!

My homeschooling 14 year young son, celebrates his 15th birthday on this precious planet, April 4th. And, sadly, that means dearest dead-beat dad, must make his festive holiday call, to visit the son he neglects so well and wonderfully.

And, my job, as a devout believer in love, forgiveness and believing in giving everyone a chance for redemption .. is wretched!

I am seen as the hard-working and not to be won over, any longer ( proud single mom, for a life-saving almost 15 years, now - Bravo ) , and thus, no need to be kind, thoughtful or even close to gracious. Especially towards the horrid woman who stole the sperm and got away with barely her wits, lost her successful business and practically busted her brain and aching heart to escape into a saner reality, after she told him to take his "ego" and leave.

Or, else, "stay here with LOVE." Sadly, for Kevin, no longer "from Heaven," he was not strong enough. SHE was. Even though, parts of her practically fell apart as she regained her sense of well-being, healed the leg that was almost falling off of her, and began to trust in herself and her own almight Goddess-given powers that be and bless and are to beheld in highest reverence.

Yet, what can even a Goddess, expect from an "addict," is all i need say, at this time. Sadly, he still thinks it is his privilege to call me misogynistic names on seasonal holidays, and holler at me, days before my blessed son's birthday. What more can i expect from someone who has virtually no self love, at all?

What i need to do?

Look after me ...

Oh, let me count the ways.


This month shall be just about that ... finding and creating and calling out ..new and enterprising ways to look after the person who matters most in my world.

I AM

love me K.M.