Letter to the Center Beaten up Gaping holes Misplaced love Heartaches So many Recognizing the Triggers Soul suckers Mind players Energy drainers Hidden seeds Within me Sounds of birds Being heard You so deserve Letting the holds Go Desire only a Golden heart To match Overthrow strange love Smashing through the Fool’s gold Gazing in…

A voice for our age, for our time In a body that is fragile About to break An expiry date much shorter than mine And I am inspired not to complain About anything I am however inspired To fall to my knees and weep and ask for gratitude and surrender that insist ‘It’s ok’ when…

What a night To move To heal and feel Me Hey So great My very depths Were so grey Not today Mighty waters cover me Declare forever To Heal and feel Me Established sun Heard and known King of kings Dance move my toes Bird of air No compare To heal and feel Me Carries my…

Your hunger for love, awakens mine. Although, I am full to the brim. Can we ever have too much? ! You call, for the second time. I’m hearing loneliness in your voice. We clarify what feels obvious. Welcoming, hard questions that once appeared to be probing to you, Now are sighs of relief That I…

 The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door. If you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you…

My Secret Garden is a place I’ve created for Me It takes me out of my head you see, it’s a place surrounded by nature, beautiful plants and a small spa. I have learned on my journey to feel safe here in my creation of privacy. Lay naked in the sun,  stay out of my…

Being part of a group, there is one must. In each other we need to have trust. Without trust, if that’s the case. We will lose, and that’s no phrase. I hope we can leave all the shit behind. And be that group, that one of a kind. I think it’s worth it , so…

Static crackles and hisses. Feels like I am in a blizzard. Without purposeful imagination working for intent, I can feel and hear a gale wind. Can wind be a mirage of sort. Produced by a mind desperately needing relief. As of dying of thirst in a desert. “Please stand by!” Flashing against the back drop…

I’m becoming more a vessel of memories than a person it’s a myth that love lives in the heart it lives in the throat we push it out when we speak when we gasp we take a little for ourselves but it may be too much

Proper levels Mind in reflecting the Light Happiness, thankfulness, and graciousness Circling thoughts A lone star A plaza All together Finding new ways To elevate Cooperate Driving through New daylight A higher being Humble hearts In a mighty zoom The best is yet to come So much fun Ocean love In the sun Dreams of…