Integrating, stretching in silence. Making peace, reconciling. Choosing another way. Full of life, full of light merry and bright. Her ‘lil nook of inspiration simply, gloriously… a warrior princess in the making. A little orange blossom honey in the am … Continue reading
See yourself well.Rise,Face East,Deep breaths, each a wish on their own.Presently, feeling from secrets inside the earthLife locked within, glowing golden suninfinite programs of pure loveso vast, never to find its endStand in your heartTell us about yourself.Bless us with … Continue reading
You have a taste of storm on your lips.But where have you been?A remnant taste of bitterness at first, stomach-turningbut then how else do you rise higher than you could ever imagine?
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
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
The onethat gasps in delight at your sight.the onethat makes you gasp in delight while in your sightyou know the one,whether you feel it in your dreams makes no differenceeven when you reach the altar of the darkened starif you … Continue reading
I don’t know if people realize how much strength it takes to pull yourself out of a place you’ve been stuck in. The process is an uncomfortable commitment especially when deliberate traps were set to keep you secluded, invalidated and … Continue reading
This sweet greeting on becoming aware was received with absolution in my heart. To all who want to know and understand the strength within you… “Neither I nor the poets I love found the keys to the kingdom of … Continue reading
It’s chirpier up there, that’s for sure. Tweets from tiny beaks are indeed sweeter than the uproar from below. Look up at dusk and enjoy the fluorescent glow as it bleeds into the valley below. Plus, you don’t want to … Continue reading
All hail her majesty, Queen Anne’s Lace. This is the only royalty I rise for. These vigorous plants lace the edges along roadside ditches and we can’t help but curtsey in favor of a closer view. She has a better … Continue reading
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