I stand in my power, I own my own story and build the future with the truth of my incarnated purpose. It is not hard for me to move my own fears The deepest of which is letting my body heal enough, to feel so alive, that I really might want to stay here.To come…

Ancient Cycads turning yellow beaten by the desert sun Grounded earth rituals making dances matter keeps me sane My beloved homeland out of control raging on fire Surrealism has become reality Masking mandatory I can’t breathe… I’m crying I can’t stop crying My native land Stand with me Dance for rain Pray for rain

There is a method to lighting a fire. Just a spark. A mote of static energy. It exists for the briefest of time. A flash, less than a heart beat until returns to empty space. You lay the tinder. Gently. Loosely. Providing a nurturing bed for the spark to take hold. Self reflection, acceptance, and…

MIND TRUTH PRIDE BOTH LOVE AND HATE HAVE TO CONNECT AND AIR POLLUTION IS CAUSING DIFFICULTY WITHIN MY LUNG CAPACITIES THE MUSIC AND FAR FETCHED NOISES ARE STILL ON THE OUTER LIMITS OF MY MIND AND THE CLOCK AND TIME ARE GROWING IMPATIENT WITH THE LONGING FOR SLEEP

The unspoken tradition Of taking the bike out from the storage in spring My grandpa and I It was a lovely bonding time A sacred event in a way The gravel recently swept away From the ground Last sign of winter gone Darkness gone Freezing cold gone Lighter clothes Neon or pastel colored Most likely…

The ocean tides come they come out. It’s constant Movement, she does it with Not one about. It’s reliable Perfect motion. Reliable, sincere, who walks away from that. Who says u don’t matter any more. ❤️

Science unfolding the archeology inside the soul in the Lone Star State. Connecting to all the stories of my past Guided by a zenith star above me This hunter is no longer lost at sea. Sailing at 4 nautical miles The mariner’s measure gets tested. Confiding with spirit to make it through the deserts, forests,…

Michael Angelo‘s David The one that slew goliath Started life buried in a block of marble That had been Abandoned In a quarry A leftover from another project. Mike as we shall call him Said he didn’t sculpt the David He simply chipped away until he found him It took two years. David he says…

Thank you, Fiona For pulling the ripcord On my freefall– I now have front view seats– An aerial view From the Great Lakes state Inwards/Outwards/Upward (this thing we all do) A starburst of energy Sprinkled with a little truth, a little light, And heat- Circa April 2020 –originated –orchestrated –lights,lipstick Kleenex box , British Lesbian…

How many negotiated, thoughts , do I have to make in my mind. When things go deep, I see I’m left behind.  I am a warrior Woman . Heart broken, still a Warrior Woman  u see.  Empty chalice, frozen heart. I am still here.  Here u see. ❤️. Maria M.Consiglio