Humanity
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Permission
The song of this heart sings without permission. Continue reading
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Brave
I’m feeling such a tender ache within me, this morning. The aching quiet, I call it, this softness. This knowing of connection between humans and life, between humans and other humans. Tenderness — more specifically, sitting within the depths of… Continue reading
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The Path Of The Righteous
How hard we strive to maintain the path of the righteous. And yet someone, somewhere aches on the flip side of right. So, what is right? There is only bitter sweet existence. Continue reading
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All The Lovely Things
If I were a forest, there would be afternoon sun slicing through my trees. And little white rabbits would hop along the way between the daisies and the rushing river and I would know this was the sweetest day. If… Continue reading
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Perfect Mirrors
Sun and Moon sat beneath the willow tree, a picnic for two: a beautiful picture of one. Moon shining white on the river. Sun splaying gold on the rippling blue. ‘I miss you, Moon,’ said Sun, as he sipped tea… Continue reading
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Flow
I will simply begin. And flow until the river ends. Continue reading
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Dark Mistress
Oh, fear, my dark mistress sweet. Play me into your arms of fright. Chill me with crooked fingers. Undress my calm, tempt me into hiding: I will rise. And you will find the truth of me has no room inside… Continue reading
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Open Rose
These hours of twilight. How soft they have been, like rain on a dusty summer road. Here I am. A woman, at last. Home in the truth of this soft heart of mine. A rose of musk in bloom this… Continue reading
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Beautiful
This life. It is not what they have shown it to be. The cold stone walls, the repeating days in chains of grey. This life is the art I hold in my own hands. The art of my body as… Continue reading
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