life has rubbed away every last bit
of callous around my heart
i am here, defenseless
and empty
surrendering
full up with tears
of sorrow and joy
forgiving and forgiven
opening my heart
to the unknown sky
i believe our souls talk to each other late at night when we aren’t watching i wish i could be a bit more privy to those conversations
divine me when i was little Whenever I have moments of self-doubt or unworthiness, I take a moment to remember that I am truly a Divine creation, that every cell of my body is part of the body of Spirit. Even my fears and illusions of separation are part of my Divinity. They are the…
I’m reading “The Red Book” by Sera Beak. which is basically a book about spirituality written for young women of our time. It’s fab. She calls herself a “Spiritual Cowgirl” and much of what she writes reminds me of my own thoughts/feelings/musings about spirituality. It led me to ponder mySELF today. The me that is…
You need to become a pen in the Sun’s hand. We need for the earth to sing Through our pores and eyes. The body will again become restless Until your soul paints all its beauty Upon the sky. ~Hafiz Paint it today, lovely one. I want to see it.
FORE now so vulnerable our diversity being ignored entitlement reigns (rains) evidence- science- based (base) //drop the bass 808 33″ not 45 in your face// my transgendered son once a fetus now burgeoning manhood facing future (not forbidden) welcomed bidden (prayed for) received loved bright sun (son) future BIDDEN My response to 45’s “forbidden” words….
Purple can be the color of mourning
And the color of the irises that I once planted in my mother’s garden.