Longing to break, crack, blossom and fallOpen myself to the feeling of allThe falling completely into the blissAs I hover, so gently, the edges of thisA midnight so huge where my mind use to beA night of forever, impossible dreamsAsking... Continue Reading →
There's something in the opening In the longing to be seen Witnessed, held and found to be As soft and clean as rain But as the witness shuts the door The burning heat of tears and more Stalls a heart once hopeful. The... Continue Reading →
I'm remembering now, the ridiculous number of times, this year (last Year!) that I found myself thinking...."this is just like ten years ago"Strange, patterns repeating so clearly as though unfinished...very, very trippy!Feeling excited and truly as though I am launching... Continue Reading →
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