March 2020

Formed Chords

Intention and I square in darkness Feeling for edges and flow. Stalking. Ribs caged at each other. Wisps of our purpose entwine. Tentative forecasts for anchor. Filaments form golden ropes, Pulling rib caverns to future; Luminous, balanced, and taught.

Profound Peace

Profound Peace In quiet truth: Everything is love. I am awestruck beloved. In every Silent Moment Gratefully, joyfully, lovingly, Give everything

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