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
singing bowl rosewater and tears fingers pressed on tender skin the xx our union burst of sandalwood in moment of surrender candelight shimmering a shower of sweat and whispers of devotion morning light
Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…
“We are free up the point of choice, then the choice controls the chooser.” -Mary Crowley a door closed can be seen as potential or a barrier these days, I am more peaceful with walking away than walking through or bloodying my hand knocking knocking knocking on doors that open then shut then open then…
The way your voice fills the room like honey sunlight your tongue touching a certain place in your mouth– I lean in. (aching) Words spill recklessly from your beautiful mouth unfiltered and weighted, the pressure of them sticks to me no–not the pressure, the power it has a…
how silly of me to think you might come perhaps if i told you it involved my head and a gun i just want you to be here for the celebrations you just want to be here for the pain how silly of me to think you might call me perhaps if I told you…
“forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.” ~Mark Twain This is a journal entry that was transmutated from self-loathing to self-love. I am finding that forgiveness of myself and others is the biggest change agent for moving from the constricted, dark space of loathing to the open,…