the emperor
as she
builds foundations
her Mother Earth
solid
beneath her feet
with precision
and heart
she crafts her life
in the darkness
she cries
as joy floods in
there is no place here for the army of cruelty
The Sacrifice by Rites of Spring on Grooveshark “It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainier Marie Rilke It is stormy today on this first day of Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. For me, it is the perfect texture for this day. Spring can be a time…
What if the war we see outside of us was just a mirror of the war inside? What if our purpose here isn’t to fight all of that but to just heal our own vessel? What if we stopped criticizing the world leaders and found peace inside our own hearts? What if we just loved?…
Over the past several years, I’ve been mindfully working on authenticity, issues with bullies, shadows of pain from the past and speaking uncomfortable truths. A lifetime of people pleasing and fear took a long time to rework. I feel like I have finally found my voice, like I can speak my truth and feel completely…
it’s not just that his lips are sexy it’s that they speak truth and ask deep questions laughter pours forth from them (also kindness, gentleness and acceptance) yes, i like them against my mouth (and other places) but it’s the substance of him that pull me in to his gravity
![creation haiku [ wailing chaos]](https://kymberleedellaluce.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/1445487339077.jpg)
deep inside the womb deterministic chaos is ready to wail