The photons call out in desperation, for the body to pay attention.
Tag: healing
The Woven Sea
The rain is folding in waves against the windows. I close my eyes into moments of lull. In the intricate weaving of life, a flow emerges. Remain steady. Stand ready. I am swaying on cusps, seeing into futures, and I delight at the hope before me. This choice I have been given, to live a … Continue reading The Woven Sea
Absence of Belief
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
Listening To Molecules
who stole your pearls? who ripped into your shell without mercy, leaving you shattered, thirsting; mourning? who broke you and told you that you weren't the all supreme of your own being? who closed your eyes; made your love die, until every cell, each fiber, ached from the heartbreak? who reminds you of your exquisite … Continue reading Listening To Molecules
Ethereal Strings
but if you don't want it, the full heart and the thriving; if you are wound tightly inside the cusp of your victimness, afraid that if you shine no one will notice, your hands will grow bruises and your fingers will become weak from gripping so deeply to the pain. change has to rise in … Continue reading Ethereal Strings
Blood Shame
What does my face Look like when I cry? Un-pretty, swollen Blood red eyes. I am five again, And he is bigger Than a mountain. I am vulnerably In blood shame. I am a little girl Naive and helpless, But I am not her Not anymore, So how do I Let her go? She is … Continue reading Blood Shame
Clowns
Hurt I shut down Inside the silence Write it out Fight it out Empath This solitary epitaph Words come lucid Swept on tides Murky I am smothered By the pain of Sickened souls If I could touch them Make them whole Let them see How they shine So brightly How pure Their lives can be … Continue reading Clowns
Rapt
and that was the day she stopped speaking abruptly out of the blue without warning and the silence hit the rooms like tunnels occasional echoes of laughter held only in memories no songs nothing just silence just a long, accepting breath that understood how very few were really listening not with ears but with heart … Continue reading Rapt
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