I forgot to listen to the sound of silence at the first light of dawn and yet the ocean came to me in my mug, the gentle roar of waves tiny elliptical escapes of bubbles tapping the ceramic and dancing … Continue reading
I spent years walking the cobblestones of ancient lands. Lyrical lush languages were spoken on the tongues of heart. We had young memories and laughs, promises and hopes; but compassion was a dream for reality spoke. Truth isn’t always lovely. … Continue reading
“Just do you” – came through in a dream last night. I vaguely remember the rest except for a lot of feelings. Of course, I thought I’ll remember, “Just do you” in my semi-sort-of-not-really-awake-space-at-the-earliest-part-of-non-sunrise. “Shhh, let me sleep.” But thoughts … Continue reading
I should figure it all out right-this-second. I should know what to do! Yet I don’t have a clue. Sitting with unease isn’t easy. It’s sort of the feeling of being sideways, at the tip of a rollercoaster while the … Continue reading
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Maybe there’s battles we fight and there’s ghosts and villains of memories present and past. Maybe it’s a cross section of a generational nightmare and our soul and bones ache with the cadence of voices. I believe you. Maybe there’s … Continue reading
And night came with such simple serenity, I surrendered into breath of pointillism; where silence is liquid and thoughts continue as dreams.
Rest deeply, the tenderness of heart beneath the stardust of hope, the dew of compassion, the rekindling of trust and the blessings of ancient souls.