winter ellipses
shimmering essence
like butterfly wings–
caressing
opening softly
1000 roses petals
breaking through–
defenses
illuminated darkness
with nocturnal eyes
treading softly in–
surrender
No matter the election results tonight, tomorrow the sun will rise and children will go to school. We will feed our children and come together in community to support one another. Adult men and women will fall in love and have sex as will men and men, women and women, and a variety of other…
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day two: meandering along.
I created a new word about something I have done a lot which I am henceforth eliminating from my vocabulary. Yes, that’s right, I am both creatrix and destructrix right now, in this moment. The word is “reminiscilocomotion (verb): the act of moving forward while looking back.” I am not the girl who got “bad-touched”…
reaching petals afire longing to merge with the vast unknown sky
(From PIE root *aug- “to increase”)
“You cannot travel the path until you have become the path itself” ~Buddha each step i am destined to take illuminates itself. as i travel in the dark, unseen hands keep me from taking a wrong turn. every breath every step every moment is an act of faith and sublime s u r r e…