A masquerade of a darken pit into hell, this roomA ruse, this tousled bedNot offered, respectNo longer on defense, my acceptanceWorthy of validation, my love, my grace to all circumstance I begetYour vision of me, who the fuck caresMental aerobics … Continue reading
Something worthwhile, courageRaw material for it, fear.Doing what feels right despite fear, a brave girl.The more fear we have, the braver we can becomeNow that you know…you’ll never run out of courage again.
More than one way has always been said.A declaration within each,kindness within reach. Trillions of particles to heed,only a handful to seed. Liberating from the in-flu-enceout of the vortexand into the distance.Regard, take note…no need to be perplexed.
Shadows mean sunshine or light evincing. Where is all the light emerging from? More energy, more life force…it’s certainly out there. It’s no wonder children are full of it—rays of hope in otherwise dark times ahead. It was great hanging … Continue reading
…to being you. My mighty soothsayer and truth-teller is at it again in color form. Superhero powers activated below. It looks as if a super being is aiding in the prevention of a pinched ice cream cone. This is a … Continue reading
Peace from mind,extricating the design of the past.I’m in my heart,bridging the gaps of present conditions.Clearing disturbances to reconnect with the diamond sun,to create something beyond,to see a better for all. Pleading the muffles to boom and clatter and for … Continue reading
Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself. – Rumi Take courage, I have overcome the world in the mist of unsettledness in others.Despite the ferocity,hard-pressed upon its … Continue reading
Sip, savor, take note and repeat. It’s what I usually do with this cup filled with a nuanced, creamy, aromatic brew that is nourishing on so many levels. Today it’s especially magical for it’s a glow with an aura of … Continue reading
As a young country we have a bit to learn about being meek or what the Greeks called praios or praus. Far from the English term meek which lacks the blend of gentleness and strength, but rather praus refers to … Continue reading
Resting in ash of eons long ago, bones of black canesWithin the folds of a future so close, an ancient heartSurrounding the shadows, carried torches.Meeting the other in their own world, courageous.Back into the realm of choice, your arrival.
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