How crewel of the fates To weave us from the same thread On distant corners of Earth’s tapestry Fraying a bit each day Until one of us becomes undone
I too have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night
Walking at night has always been the pursuit of the lost, the lonely, the deviant, the rebellious, the curious, the feeling, the human. The best nights are usually unplanned, random and spontaneous. I used to walk and drive at night a lot. Even when I was still in my parents’ home. We had woods on…
Rumi knew what the fuck he was talking about
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” – Rumi If you have reached this level of actualization, what’s you’re secret!?! Seriously, I want to know! Honestly, I’ll always be working on enlightenment. And if you care about what I am tackling currently,…
Frame of Reference
The moments flash And almost forgotten. I, must practice distraction Deluding my memory of touch That goes bereft. Either come come closer Or stay away, Having you inbetween Exhausts me. Your eyes, so not to see me, Lay upon that which is easy. I know you embrace distance, How it smooths your messy soul. You…
Filter
Watching you devour the view Tests my will And keeps me from blocking your light Shadowy glimpses Into your world, enchant me
You are
There you are Move closer Feel my breath L i n g e r On your lips Taste the warmth Of my spirit On your tongue Drink the sigh That escapes me When my pulse Quickens to your Racing heart
Home is where I left it
Peeking into the future The journey of randomness began That created my conscious yearning For what was once Home It seems maybe I lost it somewhere Along the continuity of time
I want the Happily Ever After. There, I’ve said it…
When we walk across the stepping stones of challenge to return to the warm welcome of ourselves, we emerge more pliable, more resilient, more compassionate, and more attuned to the strength of our own spirit. It takes enormous discipline and determination to learn that we alone are capable of reversing, re-framing events from the past….
Limbo
The space between, Deafening. Silence my soul.
Joy
Joy does not claim possession But gives freedom Joy is an endless mystery It has no word to explain it Joy’s gift can’t be given It waits to be felt and accepted
The Ginger *Snap*s 