in the sand, weaving wondering flowing through and between the grains of time as all trace of me my shadow my doubt washes away in the cleansing waters transforming in the kiss of memory’s sacred light
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Taking “Me Time”
It is unfortunate that the way of the modern world often forces us to press on and race through life, that taking care of ourselves and listening to our own personal pace and rhythm, often gets pushed down the priority list. But… really? It shouldn’t, and doesn’t, have to be that way. I am blessedContinue reading “Taking “Me Time””
Mountain of Gold
Atop my realm that’s robed with light connecting me to the force of life watch me dance watch me play to the beckoning call of a radiant sun It beams with love and tender touch upon this world this new day come as shadow kingdom falls to ruin and we rise to truth awakened, renewed
Distortion
What is this world that has become so frigid icy and closed reporting the neighbour who stepped out of line because the laws were all wrong and forbade loving touch the stranger who yearned after too long alone for a tender smile to break down those walls peer behind the mask false layers of protectionContinue reading “Distortion”
Shadowland
In the darkness of the new moon rising I sit, I wait as the emptiness stirs deep within longing for release into the night shadow dispelling shadow and rebirth after Death * * * your shadows will stay to haunt you till you look them in the eye accept and then release
Strength
is allowing yourself, sometimes to break down in tears let those rivers roll down to the sea without fighting the current of emotional release just holding yourself in your arms like a child accepting, without judgment noticing and, with love permitting the armour to dissolve till your soul is free
Homeland
You’re never too old, too weak or too poor To dance naked in the moonlight, from the cliff to the ocean shore…
Release
I don’t believe I can ever be whole And give myself, fully… Till I’ve cried the tears Of ancient pain, Flooding, cleansing Gushing like a river To the Sea And with that water Merging, morphing Releasing into Purity’s truth Dear one, give yourself: permission to be real permission to feel, and permission to heal…
The Waking Hour
Sweet innocence of the dawn – Here I am Untouched Without the distraction Of the day, and All those energies Twirling, pulsing So many different Competing pulls Obscuring the truth of the child within That child With a heart, so alive Knows just when to run And when to surrender When to give, and WhenContinue reading “The Waking Hour”
Slow it Down
Today I’m nursing my first motorbike injury. Despite all my rides and hitchhiking habit, I’ve never had so much as a scratch before: and I’ve had some wild rides, including on a bumpy dirt road with two large backpacks and a ukulele, plus my driver and his bag. It’s nothing major; just a burn fromContinue reading “Slow it Down”
