In verdant hills I released myself
Of the bondage we built
And I maintained
Long after
You had set me free.
In the space I created
Spirit formed mist
And settled into valleys
Holding inspiration
And preludes of wings.
Preludes of Wings
Tag: emotional healing
Birthday Streamers
Arising on a sculptured cliff
Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar
As she had welcomed me the day before with
A misting flutter through cypress branches.
Yet, pulling back the curtains,
A clear day dawns with
Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon
Like Birthday Streamers
Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.
Surrounded by whistles and chirps,
Frogs sing in their creek while
Monarchs and bees call among
Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:
All the world will celebrate
And say you are loved
If you listen.
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When We Breathe Together
i’ve hidden away in cavernous shadows
for so long
that as i coax myself into
myself
and we breathe together
between homecoming tears and the
golden arms of ascension
it feels
like
i’m the first fish to crawl above
water, taking
a great gasp of pure
evolution
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For Patrick
When I return to my etheric form,
I will dance in the procession of colors.
Glowing ribbons reflected in oceans and rivers:
An expression of joy that follows the sun.
When our paints grow dim and our party lights fade,
Darling, please don’t think that I’m gone.
Just look for me in the moonlight
Or amongst leaves on the trees
And, of course, in your tender heartsong.
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Let Me Get Lost
Give me tall trees instead of tall buildings,
Unruly undergrowth instead of urban sprawl —
Let me get lost in the forest,
And I’ll find my way to the center of my soul.
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Gravity
Gravity pulls like rip tides in my veins
To swirl amongst your forests and fish —
A child of your mist.
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She is Beautiful
Growing along barbed wire,
Her petals
Hold scratches, cuts, and tears.
Still — she continues
To expand
To seed
To live her Truth.
And for that —
She is beautiful.
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Praying for Rain
My heart, a seed within soil, calls the heavens to coax me out of dormancy.
My arms, oaks on drought-afflicted land, ache from the lost embrace.
My outstretched hands, messengers between earth and sky, cast pollinated prayers to the wind:
Beloved, do not allow your creations to wither. Without you, we are not whole.
Nourish our roots with your abundance; bring forth the flowers of our soul.
Deliver us to ourselves, and let our purpose grow.
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Waning Moon Ramblings
Waning moon ramblings
Heart spilling forth
Expression unboxing
Bubbles in overflow
Dislodging emotion
Unbottled in time
To ether returned
From ether derived.
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Seeds for a New World
Seeking quiet stillness
Dormant life paused
Inhaling sacred silence
Space between actions and words.
Exhaling what cannot be held
Surrendered to journey within
To the depths, the truest core
Brought forth in time for Spring.
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