A roof to deflect sun and stormwindows to exchange light and expand our viewwalls to enclose and divideceilings that reach up to heavens, for us to come alivemiracle sunrises to reflect the contracted oneour home provides all of this and … Continue reading
So self-assured, sagacious and adept to anyone who takes a moment to finding meaning in something rather than nothing. And would you look at those extensions…they could make dancers long to have higher leg extensions.
“…Let love and friendship on that day,Hurrah, hurrah!Their choicest pleasures then display,Hurrah, hurrah!And let each one perform some part,To fill with joy the warrior’s heart,And we’ll all feel gayWhen Johnny comes marching home.” –Patrick Gilmore Reminiscing the sweltering days of … Continue reading
Connected to the wild, an intimate and raw me.Taunted, manipulated, abandoned, discarded no more.Out of red-hot ashes, my worthiness.A journey of the heart, no better time than now to leap and bound.Bringing me out of the dark, tones of a … Continue reading
On forest paths,bathing in a little more beautysurrendering to the overthought,in ecstasy,in honor,in illuminating grace.Eastward boundwhere your sky expandsand protruding from the land you plod,mushrooms broadcasting you’re already hereyou may as well breathe.For yourselffor the ancient timeline.This is your moment.This … Continue reading
Branches, in their winter coatsA marvel of entanglement.Bare, boldsimply existing.Glistening in its a la mode cloak with an ecstatic sense of new wisdom against a whitewashed sky.Here we are again,another roundand into a new.
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
How ever did we get to this point, so far away from our mother, convinced that walls that contain us are our sanctuary? Don’t get me wrong I’m ever so grateful for Red https://thefolia.com/2017/04/09/red/, she’s there always for us and … Continue reading
Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading
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