We fragment our hearts with endless boundaries of how to love.
Our boundaries create fear.
And fear is the death of all good ideas and worthy adventures.
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funny humans
Scraping the surface of life
HAH
and we think we’re alive
finding anyway to avoid our mind.
Humans, most of us, too naive to believe
in the sudden storm that lives in us.
Capable of the strongest wind,
the loudest roar,
and the brightest strike.
Yet, we have such strife with the source of life that pulses inside….
encased in a shell,
so beautiful it scares,
so beautiful it confuses that who lives there.
in each breath
We walk in our shoes everyday
not mindful of our weight.
As it grows…heavier
& heavier
without life’s orgasmic releases
available at ease
if we breathe in each moment.
My phone is dead to you
Please stop the nonsense
There’s no need to send me love messages
when you’re feeling empty and I’m full
when you were denied by a woman last night or maybe you took one home and she didn’t turn out to be me…
so you reached out with
a picture of your new painting
a song that made you think of me
and the six weeks we spent in a cloud of fake love
Please stop wasting my time
and my battery
My phone is dead to you.
In light you are clear
Like the web of a spider, only light can illuminate the brilliance of all that you are.
The interconnected patterns of your being
The passions you hold deep to your core
The values you grasp
All there in a web like the variety of silk the female spins
Perfectly invisible in darkness
Pictured: Gasteracantha cancriformis (Spiny orb-weaver)
Come into Bloom
Put your hand on you heart,
the other on your belly
Erase all worry
Let time cease to exist,
watch dread & anxiety float away
Become the seer of your thoughts
and dive deep into your self
Let the vibrations of your intuition shake your soul,
awakening the love & courage to let go
of all that keeps you from bloom
For the flower inside, open your eyes
and all of your senses
to witness what She is conveying to you
The Universe, She only vibrates truth.
Never ignore Her call, for she will again.
Relentlessly
Until you listen.
there is no ‘other’
Your identity should not be shaken or stripped
your hands should not turn angry and gripped
When another doesn’t fit your script
Of what it means to be human.
morning talks with myself
I know it hurts. But you have a choice. You can drown in the waves of self-abuse that you rule or you can breathe life in again.
Decide.
Then act, aware in the present moment.
summer heat
His kisses were like breath to a flame,
Feeding the fire under her skin
Swallow the Wild
My mind tries to wrap around the destruction humans have inflicted on the wild
As a species, we are always afraid of things that challenge us and that test our beliefs
We are scared and turn the other cheek
to differences and weirdnesses that shakes our identities
We’re walking blindly in life;
we don’t open our eyes
or our minds to changes
We’ve minimized the worth of a woman in the world because they are part wild
We are nervous around their spontaneity–
It seems like the Universe
speaks through their actions
in each moment,
in each step they take,
and each word that drips from their lips.
This wild scares most because they never saw anything so brilliant before
Something so unpredictable and unmentioned
Others that cling to the objectivity of the feminine close their eyes and fists, looking for something to hit
As their rigid identities melt under the female’s bliss.
