Delivered.
He done did it again. This is my favorite tree yet…the basket and string lights do it for me. Yes, something about this time, a peak into clarity with all my intention, all my dedication, not easily noticed by those … Continue reading
Tag Archives: expression
Fit For Service
A reason to hate, the only thing you rummage forWhat finds you, resentment, destructive cynicism and that dark crater. What I desire on this canvas, magical paintingbrand new life expression, this rising womanwhat I’m leaving behind, qualmsplayed out, my dutiful … Continue reading
On Becoming Noble
But now,summer skies and firefliesfluttering in the North NodeNo one is worthier than anyone else in this world,merely reflections of you, divine emanation of you.All equally titled; let’s boon and declareunder the red light of that giving starflowing simultaneously from … Continue reading
Night Magic
Rewild and embracing their authentic expression even in the dark ignoring the inane fluctuations of circumstances. Girlfriend and I get down with some jams and dance it out at times as the night sky darkens. We may not sprout from … Continue reading
Things That Move the World
I haven’t fully awakened from my foggy half sleep state this morning, I must have been dehydrated. I chugged a full glass of water. No change yet. That attractive energy that pulls this planet into shape, that tug isn’t only … Continue reading
A Silent Serenade
In a prized journal, creative spirit sketched in squiggling curves and crafted words.On this eve, crimson tinted eggs ready for Sunday’s cracking.Upon a thawing terra, bare feet sensing the metaphysics of electromagnetic creation.In our hearts, a longing for the unplotting … Continue reading
Spirited One.
Let’s gather our strength of spirit…it’s what they fear the most. Forgive me if I’ve expressed this before, if I have it’s worth a repeat. It takes a few groggy minutes to wake, but when fully awakened this child’s spirit … Continue reading
The Coming of Ahriman
In plain sight, a bouquet of fresh flora intended to forestall the dystopian vision of the future and bountiful fruits to fuel expressions deep into the core of my cells. I will conceivably offer a golden apple to the one … Continue reading
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