Two squares past we layed out our burdens for the magical transformation our dearest mama Earth lovingly fulfills—they were never meant for us to carry. It’s not such a radical act as we may think…unload it all then willfully create … Continue reading
It’s just me in here no other sound but the hydraulic lift humming and my contended breathing…just breathe my child, just breathe. Into the depths of the dark and unseen we go, one breath at a time, submerge yourself…it’s a … Continue reading
What an honor, what a blessing…such a stately one, this illustrious white flora peaking after a weeklong summer fever here on such hollowed grounds. I couldn’t think of a better all-knight vigil to emerge in a verdant bunch, on such … Continue reading
I drew a line for you,yet inward still you spiraled,Never an honest wordand so I drew one for me.And now I gaze atwhere I wanted to go,oh the light you left for me, everglow.
And now heading back out there. Surviving in these parts has always been shaky business. Always armed to take a shot of whatever behooves me. Look at this outlier.
“This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesAs an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its … Continue reading
I found a love for me,frothy and sweet.Darling you taste perfect right now.Feeling throughthe tension, the struggle, the submission without a touch of tendernessall for your cursed luck, so you reckoned.Inattentive thoughts and all that talk…money for your art.Believed in … Continue reading
All things gather where life is a songThe river running byThe sunset and the dawn From the beyond and the deferred arrivalsthe spirit swellingLost in me, and in you time to be,time to see. Under gracehow lack that Iwhat testify … Continue reading
Not arriving soon, better off taking a nap and pressing the reset button. It’s then, I happily continue to follow my heart instead of the systematic sequels in order to discover who I need to become to get through the … Continue reading
Nothing to win.Nothing left to lose.It’s time for that vice of yours break.Body always bruised,how ever will the spirit soar? Back where I left offbefore the pursuit,a half-bloomed flower, merely on my waypurely becoming myself.And in that season before incubation,clamped, … Continue reading
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