queen of cups
trickling tributaries
raging rivers
bipolar bifurcations
she,
discerning
choosing
surrendering
choosing life
choosing love
neither predator
nor prey
(finally!)
an open vessel–
at once overflowing
and empty
ready to fill
and be filled
Saw this on Facebook awhile back. Such a great idea. I’m going to print some out and post them around town. Good for the soul, this. Blessings. xoxo
entropic juice drips wildly down Creation’s chin mad, bifurcated dancing
legs tangled in sheets full moonlight caressing her in morning darkness
Recently, I mentioned something casually about how I rant. Gigi said, “Yeah you do!” This gave me pause. I decided to talk to the girls and ask them what I rant about. They both said, “People.” I realized that sometimes I do rant about people that are bugging me at times when I feel powerless….
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…
A Blessing May your heart know kindness, dear reader.