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She is love. Though to many hard To understand. The way she Can slip in, And out of The dimensions. She is free to dream. Sometimes it can be hard to see, Because of suppression. But she dreams. Even as she cries, And prays, And counts the blessings. ***
The rain pours, Washing away our hearts. We nourish, Our dreams and beliefs. No longer will we cower. We are here to listen. We are here to share. Because all are one, Whom seeks freedom? Guide us in action. To serve Goddess, God, and Peace, To serve LOVE. Imagine our roots growing deep. In the … More Within Clouds
“Why are spider webs so strong?” I think while watching one blow in the breeze of a cold crow season monsoon. Beaded with tiny crystal droplets, like a string of diamonds. Vibrating like a wing, withstanding the seemingly impossible. The reflection of a golden flame dances and swells upon the tear stained window. Orange flowers … More Nearly Invisible
There you lay upon the carpet, once more. I say well hello, friend. How exactly did you get here again? Last night when I picked you up, you squealed at me in a high-pitched frequency. “Muuu,” it sounded like you said. I’d never heard a banana slug before, nor had I ever imagined they made … More Ode to Hir Banana Slug
I can’t find my clothes, no matter how deep I dig into my overstuffed bag. I sit backstage with nothing to wear. In my Sunday whites, from camp when I was a girl; white shorts and a white polo tee, with a blue bandana tied around my neck. Maddening, this uniform, which has risen from … More Manna
Dense drops of rain fall from the sky wetting my skull, as I dash across puddles in a cobblestone alley way. Quiet and gray, a soothing day brings the green trees vibrantly alive. A wolf appears before me. People usually fear him, but I stand here and ask, “what do you mean to tell me?” … More Mystic Animals
Blurring invisible lines. … More Life Float to Earth
She’s back! … More Rebirth
Most are drowning in bullshit, or so we lead ourselves to believe. I fear one full breath of salty water, for it will probably take me under. But I run for the surf in the pitch of night, because it’s my only nature. There’s no way of knowing how long we will survive, and so … More life choices
Lilac Laced Love 