In Full Authority
Live here as you were meant to breathe in that longing you were brought here for. Go ahead. Be surprised and within the stillness of it all, smile as your future heart will always remember. -xoxo
Tag Archives: growing
Gangling Like a Sprouting Teen
Condensed and complicated in a seed, a shape waiting to burst through.Against a future sky, verdant tentacles unfurling, curling, stretching and reaching.Beyond the horizon, a life you can’t even imagine.
Freedom of Assembly
You belong among the wildflowers; you belong somewhere free.You were cordially invited from another saintly eve than the one you have believed.You were born for times such as these.
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
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
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
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
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
In the Existing Moments
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
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