Into the Wee Hours
My allegiance is to the sun, always will be. But I was curious to check out the Earth’s shadow draped over today’s wee small hours of the morning moon across the Americas. We got shadow work indeed over here to … Continue reading
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Upon Awakening
Mesmerized by our own copy, without a clue we can change the original.Absorbed into the paradox of the willingness of distinction,a silent reluctance filling the layers of our world.In a state of waking reality, course of events turning with every … Continue reading
Some Nights
I look at the moon for what it is.She sits with me through nightfall and beyond.Even when she diminishes wholly into the darkness,through the gentle breeze a reverberating silent voice exclaims,“We will rise,just you wait.”We’re all just walking each other … Continue reading
Reading My Tea Leaves
Storms inevitably roll into our lives. An astute captain knows when the time arrives to raise anchor, lower the sails, and ride out the storm. “Into this house we’re bornInto this world we’re thrownLike a dog without at boneAn Actor … Continue reading
Love Me Mini
How often have you paused to attentively zone out on an individual bloom or anything for that matter? When the sun hits these little darlings just right you can’t help but stop in your tracks to admire. After musing over … Continue reading
Be Kind For It Has Always Been You
In Suzanne Simard’s discoveries, she witnessed trees sharing “information that actually is important to the health of the whole forest.” In addition to warning each other of danger, Simard says that trees have been known to share nutrients at critical … Continue reading
Drifting
The further society drifts from the truth, the more it will hate those who speak it. – George Orwell Let go of the stories and the noise,redirect the flow.Connect within,realign,serve with meaning and purpose.We’re so close. No one does it … Continue reading
For Me Your Mother
On sunbaked pavement, bare feet.Reverberating from my presence, my last bit of oomph.Surrounding me, a fullness of everything but empty vacuum space.From beneath my feet, a tenderness born from molten milk of your magma.Reigning down upon me, a symphony of … Continue reading
We’re Closer Than We Can Imagine
We’re closer than we’ve ever been.At last, weathering the final storm.Hitherto the great reveal.Dedicated to creating blessings with your magic.More blessings than you know.More knowledge you can imagine.More magic than you can believe.Exercise your energy wisely, purposefully and peacefully.When in … Continue reading
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