Soul To Soul

There are too few times in life when souls are given their reflection.
The fear and attraction combined creates a distraction from any kind of safety,
the fate we find forging frailty,
nudges us towards

reality.

We crawl
over mountains,
bare foot over thorns,
to bare crosses we swore did not exist.
Denial persists
pretending we are solid
while destiny has plotted
placing your twin flame,
that juicy heart,
to shine brightly at your darkest parts.

There is no logic or containment that can slow our stride,
running head first into tempered glass,
and crash
and stand
and dive

and fly.

This device of Universal ties between us two,
is consciously created to make us face what breaks us
through and through.

The sacrifice the point.

The blaze
burning bearers and illusions of invulnerability
with a choke hold
manifesting growth
only those
willing to face the spokes of
manifestos
gifted from the Gods,
will survive.

We have been bought and sold,
dancing to Disney delusions,
the insurmountable tale
promising perfection.

Too late we learn
forever after does not
come inside a box.
And true love
is more uncommon than you think.

The loss of such a twin ember
sears through remembered trauma
cleansing karma,
and I am sorry for the drama
but never for the depth.

Some may doubt,
spinning in rejective,
grieving waves
which punish.

Still, I call to each moonlit night,
for Him to have his way with me again.
And then,
I hold myself and cry a bit,
hearing my voice singing new melodies
mooring Mara’s spell allowing desire to melt,
I talk to my self,
letting lonely out for a walk.
Then climbing, crawling, brawling
up and though stepping bravely back into…

Life.

Today,
when I sit still amidst the chaos,
broken bones, sticks and stones thrown by the banter of my mind,
I notice, I’ve learned love of a different kind.

That Soul who crossed across my path,
razoring past and through and gone,
again gone,
my Beloved’s gone,
returns from time to time whispering,

“Love.”

True love becomes its own reward.
Music muses moments mentioned only in undefinable rhyme.
Days and years may pass with no reason
but the season between them
carved in soft cement.

It’s only now at dawn,
after fighting through the storms of our imaginations,
that we can see through the wicked shadows of naivety.

“Goodbye” the only words we cannot say.
So, instead we grasp hands for one last stand,
rocking slowly back and forth before the end.
Remembered friends forged from the playground of possibility.

Soul to soul flying free,
to be reborn on the next movie screen.
I think we two will meet again

inside Divinity.

Homeward Bound

 

 

It’s time to go home. The chapter between my fathers death years ago and this moment now, and now and then again now, takes me back to you through the vortex of my “Dark Night of the Soul”.

This heart has reached for the Sun and burned to the core of it’s own true nature for the simple devotion toTruth. It takes the whole of you. The longing of a love song in which I grew into my  Beloved’s symphony. This is the Phoenix journey back to Me. The way home.

There is a path revealing it’s self,  in technicolor and still murky in the pre dawn light of it’s own desires. Surrendering opens an unfamiliar rhythm dancing to my fire. Though my limbs are brand new, brandishing, giving up the fight, I fall inside a precarious parachute, opening with purpose and delight.

Music. My grounding stone. I am coming home to a brotherhood. I seek to be reminded of what it means to be “a good Man”. My sisters bid me, stand. I am tickled by renewed friendships and clan. I gather my Tribe inside sacred space.

I am.

Step in, show up and bare my soul to the unknown forces that bite and beguile me. That place of spontaneous composition and the evocation of creation reminding me of who we really are. A band of merry messengers travelling through our lives in search of meaning, purpose, reverberation, conscious rectification. And play. Most of all, let us play.

Winnipeg, MB

WAG

Autumn 2017

That is the very first clue of a scavenger hunt in development. Mark it on your calendar to check back here for details then book your time, your flight, your energy, your sitter, watcher, witness, driver, partners and friends. We gather at this rainbows end to discover new lessons and beauty, test of fire and duty brought to the stage by this Muse.

Talk to you soon.

Love,

Mira Black

 

Live @ Lolita’s Lounge

I am pleased to announce my return to the stage, after a year sabbatical, with the support of my Calgary band and crew. The venue is the same stage I last performed on a year ago and it’s the most romantic room in Calgary akin to cabarets and nightclubs from my grandfather’s time.

Joining will be the indefatigable Robbin Harris, the invincible Neil McVey and a new face to my show, the fuck-o-liciousness of Lisa Jacob. What? It’s a word…

Lolita’s Lounge

www.lolitaslounge.ca

1413 – 9th Ave. S.E., Calgary AB

9pm

tickets at the door $15

*dinner reservations recommended