A crafty garden weeds flowers Weed eater of soil in shower 5.21.15
Tag: Awakening
Soul In Conquest
Getting out of this alive is the battle I stand firm to conquer Rather I’m alive than not at all aware 5.29.15
The Beauty Of A Person’s Alchemy
I am me who is fabulous to a high degree Who is connected through lives and scenes I am a magnet to those who see I am an alchemist with wings It’s what you awaken, you see Physicist, white gold turning to rainbow in me 1.9.14
Inner Beauty, Instant Self
Baby I’ve got dreams you cannot steal This heart is infinite, my confession is real I’m beautiful and I’m not looking at my face This Master-Key cannot be imitated or replaced My soul is pious, in no way shall I be phased Unwavering is my name 5.6.14
This Life Is Deathless
A final resting place enough to call my home a sense of clarity a full knowing I’m not alone this heart of mine on borrowed time a choice was sent for this road to mend 10.17.13
Which I Like This Dream Catcher A Lot
I would be fine, perfectly fine if I just sat here all day reviewing my mind A canopy of fishnet dreams A reality so real to me What I once was please disassociate now In the foreground lays my memory of latter days Ever ready to realign search while finding a supple edge A full…
What Time Is It
A time twist on a grave split Now that is where our conscious meets No time, only space A gentle warp of a precious place 12.30.13
Impressingly Profound
I tell you what inspires me People going against a different degree I want to write what I want to read I like people who go against the grain And I like people who say what they mean At a soul level I want to bring out what’s within Again, I tell you what inspires…
Beautiful Sunburns
We must make time for play, time to build castles in the sand. Or else we just lay there, idle, waiting for the world to pass us by. Not realizing that the castles we build, that then get destroyed, truly is the single most echo we create that becomes timeless. Really, now is the essence,…
Sun Dance Film Festival
the sunshine within is more powerful than the gust of my supple whim so to the mountains I will bow as to the streams I will bless as the Sun directs the call as I am one with Nature my soul’s rest 7.18.14
Aubrey's Arch 