Moving On
The Sunday after A tumultuous storm Brings gay laughter From those who would mourn. A gathering of kin, With flowers galore. Dying is no sin, And now there’s an ether to explore.
Read More Moving OnThe Sunday after A tumultuous storm Brings gay laughter From those who would mourn. A gathering of kin, With flowers galore. Dying is no sin, And now there’s an ether to explore.
Read More Moving OnBlessed Be the Sky. Blessed Be the Sea. Blessed Be the Bonds, Between You and Me.
Read More Blessed BeAs the dawn breaks through Another cloudy sky I’m remembering “I”. Who I was before the throws Of life scared me So much so that I escaped to the sea. All I found were mermaids And every day my memories fade Of their cool bodies and jellyfish hair. They really decided to care. And then […]
Read More SavedSage green Is most comforting to me. It reminds me of the forest Where I used to rest And find refuge from Those with extra-large thumbs. In palmistry that means That the ego has the reigns And is running the show Without regard for how it goes. Sage green Saving me from those Who were […]
Read More Sage GreenAll of the nice things That I’ve yearned for so long Are flowing directly To me. It is not a game of ping-pong, Or a tit for tat. It’s more of a flowing river And I can get directly Behind that.
Read More ManifestationSight of the unseen Is a balancing beam. On the one you need to know what the guides are saying. On the other there is a need to block those preying. The astral isn’t scary. The woods aren’t unknown. This is a place your soul was sown. In the space between the stars. In the […]
Read More Balance Seen and UnseenPassion lies Where the light of a candle flies. The candle being the heart. And the light being the electromagnetic field That the heart creates. I say it very plainly So that all who look may see.
Read More PassionAnd the dawn’s fresh dew, Announces another day. I find myself upon a pew, And I bow down to pray. And the prayers in my mind, Seem always to be answered. In deep prayer I find, My place in this world is secured. And the people I pray for, Are nearly limited to me. For […]
Read More Point of PrayerMaking a life Is not without strife. Making a life Is something done repeatedly Through the ages. We make lives Again and again. And I say, The younger we are when we learn And we understand, That our Outer World, Is our Internal Reflection The better. Because from there, One may build a life Of […]
Read More Building a LifeThe late spring sun Drips across My Body As I lay out In newfound heat. The late spring sun Shines down on Fields heavy with First Harvest.
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