The Cocoon Is A Dirt Cave, It Is A Throne In The Sky

Testing ideas because I’m a monthly advocate of the moon waning on me. An etiquette of charm and delicacy. This has been my ritual, this has been my routine. Sentence screwing magnolia to strange possibility. I’m opening up a new system, they wake before I do… I don’t want something that’s that pretty, the throne…

Share-Heart

i like falling apart because i get to put it together with a brand new start we’ll call this poetry art as I express to convey what raids my heart

My Sun-Mate Sojourns

I hold stake in a dream state Knowing I’m a vision altered state I am dust in the wind I am dust not this skin I co-commune with orbs and kin I’m a vessel skeptical with much within I am un-weighted in these chains of gravity I will seek in forms of velocity Ever forgoing…

Drawing The Knot Of Ties In The Mystic Fields

we never know what it takes what we bring that soon creates a shift in self to market fate that ties all knots to reinstate cosmically connected within our frame, we’re all the same we feel their pain, as life heals the heart of man, we understand

A Cycle, An Inner Cycle, A Study Of Unity

here in the bright Awakening of a soul’s delight I am truer to myself, what is exposed is a birthrite the image of the Goddess transcended through I the power of communion descended with fire the union of deliverance inscripted in time awakens all souls to the crevasse of Light

Pitfalls & Blunders

I have empathy for people who make mistakes, because I have too many to hate.