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 protectionContinueContinue reading “Distortion”

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

Hold Me Close

Oh the road has been rough at times tried and tested I’ve nearly changed my mind but with your love shining, strong and bright I’ve held on, oh so tight… https://videopress.com/v/Asa3biKz?controls=false&preloadContent=metadata feeling particularly grateful for all the friends and family supporting me on the road these daysI’m sending a little love and good vibes acrossContinueContinue reading “Hold Me Close”

Feminine Awakening

Tender, mellow call of the mystic’s dream is unravelling me in the pastel painting of this rising moon Layers of my soul are peeling back; all I know is unfurling as the blooming rose let’s go of her wild thorns And so I sing for the delicate balance of energies, pulsing swirling in my bloodContinueContinue reading “Feminine Awakening”

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 realpermission 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 WhenContinueContinue reading “The Waking Hour”