Space Exploitations


(Universe  One- my digital music composition)


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Space Exploitations…


You, who have gone before,

jumping Space and Time to explore,

we also wish to come out and play,

expanding Life in our own way.


We`ll bring flowers to inhospitable Mars,

that fearsome god of ancient wars
whose offspring taught us very well
how War is ever living hell.


We’ll bring laughter to the Moons,
as we play our lively tunes,
mining orbs for all they’re worth
to enrich the richest of our Earth.


We’ll bring enslaving old beliefs
dressed up in words of love and peace.
We’ll guarantee our Human crews
pay their taxes and their dues.


You, among the stars, we so yearn
to understand and quickly learn
how you do this- in your own way.
Please- let us too- come out to play!
August 20, 2012

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Vancouver Island View





(Writing Poetry-  my digital music composition)



By far the fairest in the land,

snow-white Mount Baker floats-

a towering, ethereal castle cloud-

over distant curves and layers

of hazy, blue-gray horizons.

Romancing midsummer sunlight,

a breeze ripples water with delight

as spell-bound white sailboats

move dreamily in a slow dance

beyond the rocky, sea-grass beach.

I press magic buttons and

our side-windows yawn.

I turn my magic key.

The car engine quiets.

Conversation stops.

Fairy-dust in the breeze invites

silent reverie and dreams.

Eyes close, guards down, we rest-

two sleeping beauties-

on the Isle’s enchanting shore.


July, 25, 2011


May your Spirit shine brightly,Shelley

Declaring Love of Poetry

(Close Your Eyes and Ride the Stream-  my digital music composition)

P.B. Shelley

‘They say I was an atheist.

God knows it isn’t true.

I worshipped Him in Nature

with my heart a humble pew!’


I have had an enduring love of Poetry in every timeline of every life on this planet no doubt.

This Shelley says a cheery ‘Hi!



(Every Winter Ends With Spring-  my digital music composition)


Once again the Seasons change.

Winter’s white shroud weighs heavy

on dead leaves and frozen flowers

buried in Canada’s vast land of ice and snow.

Yet Spring comes early to where I live.

Today, Victoria and I walk leisurely

among visiting crowds so eager to see

her scattered rainbows of flowers,

rain-jewelled shrubs, ever-festive holly,

towering guard trees, favoured paths,

and wave-kissed coastal shores.

Everywhere we look, there are cameras

opening their eyes wide

to view the feasts of visual splendour.

I stroll along lush green grass

and watch in silence and wonder

as Victoria smiles with gracious poses.

Queen with a flower-gemmed crown,

this Spirit of Spring, my companion,

walks leisurely with me.


  Victoria, B.C. December, 2010

May your Spirit shine brightly, Shelley

Travel Deathstination



(The Prejudices of Geography-  my digital music composition)
Travel Deathstination:
The Other Red Planet of the God of War
Let’s google another layer,
Global data, people killed.
What’s our travel destination?
Red’s the color, Earth’s soil filled.
June 2009

A Camel In Vermont


(Embracing Change-  my digital music composition)


Sometimes Life presents us with surprises

along the roads we journey on,

an unexpected herd of bison

grazing with a camel in Vermont.

Sometimes we open to presentiments,

slowing down as we wonder why,

precious seconds graced as a deer darts by.

‘Intuiting’, the spirit of “Live Free Or Die”.

Sometimes we’re puzzled and perplexed…

‘wrong turns’ and ‘saving detours’ designed by ‘Fate’

that we, as Humanity, collectively create—

bridges of love and peace, or roads of rage and hate.

‘Time and Distance to Destination’

measured by a growing higher sense

speeds slow Evolution by Life’s Surprise Events.

‘UFO Beams Down Camel In Vermont’.


 November 9, 2008

Photos Not Taken

January, 2008

Kirkland Lake, Ontario, Canada

Dear Cindy,

Here’s a copy of notes I’ve made to add to our ‘Souvenir’ collections for our trip to Egypt in August 2007. Our opportunities in Life often come about in such interesting ways! Who would have guessed that taking Beginner Bellydance classes would have led to our journey back, so far back, to another land we dearly love.

Photos Not Taken

Cindy, my friend, do you remember all those great photos not taken

when Egypt called for our return?

You heard in the silence the mystics there chanting

“The Queens are coming! The Queens are coming!”

How you cried as we descended from the sky,

modern tourists in magical flying machines…

Our walk just naturally changed in an instant feet touched upon

gold and turquoise memories…

Gone were our greatly humbled lives in the West.

We were time-travelers reborn, two Nubian/Egyptian Queens,

daring Hatshepsut and beautiful Nefertiti.

Our small Canadian tour group kept a hectic pace

but my silver-nailed feet and yours insisted we walk

in a leisurely ‘royal stroll’ at the end of every ‘procession’.

Our ‘King Tut’, humble Wael, often joined us there,

a bridge between converging worlds.

I called him ‘the third living key’. He chuckled.

Our ‘bodyguard’ Pharis also walked behind us,

hands clasped loosely behind his back, yet ever ready,

as when I was the gentle Lady Wu and he, my bodyguard.

You knew him also, boys in Tibet, a Buddhist Monastery…

He would have gladly died for you too.

How strange that a college bellydance class led to this…

Glorious Egypt, the Sacred Nile, those we once knew…

You remembered the ‘trance dance’ and I, too, was a ‘god’s wife’

dancing through rituals, mythological enactments, offerings

of flowers, fruit, grains, and seed of Egypt…

You recalled the death rites as priestess, shaven heads,

and another life dancing ‘only for gold’.

I was a struggling artisan, noble daughter, lowly slave…

Our bones are scattered everywhere in Egypt!

Of course, we could both be wrong. I think ‘not’.

We carry these memories buried deep within us

yet, somehow they rise to the surface now and then.

So there we were back again in our beloved Egypt,

daring Hatshepsut and beautiful Nefertiti…

“How the mighty have fallen!” haha

Two ancient Queens carrying their own burdens,

luggage, and water, and digital cameras.

We left all our riches and ‘mummy’ wraps behind.

“No, I’m sorry, you can’t take it with you!!”

How we laughed, heads wisely bowed in a royal tomb.

You recalled the wooden Hieroglyph ‘Stamps’

for perfect creations on walls and columns, stamped hieroglyphs

used to imprint our messages to the future.

Who would have thought our Valleys of the Dead

would bring curious tourists from every land?!

Remember the Cairo Museum, Tut’s treasure room,

where we moved in slow lines weeping uncontrollably

as in a funeral procession missed just by a few centuries…

In those glass- barriered display cases there you saw

some of your adornments added to his.

You wept as if it was all happening now,

and I wept in great sympathy for your loss…

your beloved step-son, the child of your heart.

Then remember my utter amazement,

seeing my desert-glass scarab necklace there!

So they didn’t bury it all, … my own treasures!!

Was this evidence of old priestly plunders?

How many generations wore my ‘crown jewels’?

I wondered through emotion-storm tears.

Just where are all my treasures?

Then seeing Tut’s ‘work of art’ chariots

we laughed again through our tears…

You said, “That one was mine !”

You gave it as a gift to him, a prized possession,

like a modern teen’s first car…

You said he died from injuries of a hunting accident.

All that he might have done was left undone…

All the glories that might have been…

So many times we heard “The Ancients are here.”

“She had many lives in China too,” one said,

and I humbly bowed my head.

Then we ventured down the hall to Hatshepsut’s ‘space’,

where I tuned out the tour-guide’s recitation,

and the sounds of numerous voices and languages,

to stand and observe in my soul’s inner silence.

I saw my daughter now, Alissa, and the man I once loved…

My heart grew tender, lotus fragrance filled the air…

Suddenly, I laughed, so amused by the ‘Great Audacity’,

the Nubian/Egyptian woman who dared become Pharaoh.

There, too, do you recall our great surprise

seeing in the nearby statue of Thutmosis,

my own brother, Don, in his youth?!!

How he loved to hunt, even as he does now.

What a day for tears and laughter!!!

Remember, too, the Cruise on the Sacred Nile,

the little ‘here and now gifts’ I thought of in Canada,

small, fleeting offerings sent into the stream of life one night…

Little, meaningful tokens and a lock of our hair…

Our bodies are now ‘here’ and part of us rests ‘there’…

How many times have we done that before?

So many lives lived near that river’s shore!

We saw how the sand has claimed so much land…

Remember the day ascending my Splendour of Splendours?

It was created after my visit to ‘The Holy Land’, the Land of ‘Punt’.

My architects and artists also went with me, no ‘photos’ taken

of all that was said and done. How little today’s people know of our trading ships,

our expeditions, the extent of our many alliances.

Our times and histories are a jumbled mess of puzzling mysteries,

desecrated by so many agendas!!

I was Queen of Saba, trading port, and so much more,

Pharaoh of Upper and Lower Egypt, Nubia, Ethiopia,

and modern Somalia… this was my domain.

Like you, I led campaigns to keep the tributes flowing.

My expedition to Punt first headed south along the coast

to gather all manner of gifts from trading ports.

Then, laden with trade, we headed north, by sea, then by land

all the way to ‘The Holy Land’.

I had heard of the wisdom of Solomon, his wealth,

his political alliances, his trading partnerships.

The ships of Hiram of Tyre also came to my coasts.

We went to Punt to enrich Egypt,

to gain a key alliance in the world of my day.

We showed Solomon a glimpse of our glory.

What unfolded united our ancient nations

in ways that often made me smile.

We wrote Love Songs to each other

as Egypt lingered, on holiday, for a while.

Little wonder later generations would hide the truth

of all that once was political wisdom of Solomon and Sheba’s day.

My heart burst open and I wept for joy

ascending the central stairs with you, my friend,

our feet finding harmony on the ‘royal steps’.

The architecture of the Splendour of Splendours was

my trading expedition’s lasting ‘Souvenir’!

Remember us sitting with our tour group in the Bazaar?

The old woman selling jasmine flowers appeared.

She looked at you with eyes shining genuine wonder.

In motherly tenderness she touched and held your face,

gave you all her jasmine flowers freely, and turned to walk away.

A costly gesture for the poor, this wise, old custom.

I gave her grateful money in ‘free trade’ for flowers.

There was such joy in the eyes of that Flower Lady!

You felt sure she’d been your mother once,

and we felt bonded in our love of flowers,

their beauty and soul-stirring fragrance…

Like Egypt of Yesterday and Egypt of Today,

she gloried in your gift of Beauty flowering,

and like old Egypt, I helped enrich her in my own small way.

So many wonderful memories there,

so many pictures to share,

so many photos not taken!!!


your time-travel friend,

Ariel (Shelley)

shelley wilson—‘ariel-shelley’


Time Travelers (original)

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’.
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log”.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel-shelley’
January 12, 2008

Time Travelers

Time Travelers
Subject: computer photo of our travels
Attached, old friend,
a photo of you and I
100_0392Cindy's pics 161Cindy's pics 2 060traveling Time together
again before we die.
I captioned here:
Sinai shore, Red Sea…
A treasure chest
of ancient memories.
Looked to the horizon.
Saw the ships pass by.
Centuries deleted.
Answers to a ‘why?’
Me, a fierce pirate!!!
Remember when
I captured you,
witch-doctor then?!!
African healer,
you served my crew.
Travel companions
through other lives too.
These New Versions
of who we now are
light years ahead
and better by far!!!
Update the Profiles.
Post to the Blog.
Scan Death’s Horizon.
Add to Life’s ‘Log’.
Shelley Wilson—‘ariel’shelley’
January 12, 2008

Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home
Home and the memory of Home
so distant now—so far away
the angry Earth, like Mars before,
covered with blood of Man and Beast.
Terror rules the land, the sky, the sea.
How did this horror come to be
that every Fear has led to War
and fragile Freedoms are denied?
Weapons command and Man obeys.
All eyes become the eyes of spies.
All actions are potential threat.
Enslaved in nightmares Mad Men made,
force-fed by prejudice and hate,
we live our self-created fate—
Attack, Destroy, or Watch and Wait.
The voices of a better way
to give our Home a Peace crowned Day
are silent now…
False hope remains for Life on Earth.
And so, we travel ‘midst the stars’
seeking Life for other Wars.
February, 2005