Prose & Poetry

A daring new adventure ahead. What was learned and what was lost, What was gained and what was found. For what was lost is never truly lost, It can always be found again.

To have gone, “the road less traveled,” not looking back wondering... what if... I had stayed? What if... I had just been “normal?” Then, to what ends and by what means, would I ever have been/ me?

A heartfelt poem, a wonderful sound. A song/ that makes you move/ and dance. The wind calls strong. Now, is the time/ to shine, like the morning dew.

When love exists, there is no lack of no needing, no wanting nor desire. When love exists, there is no lack of fulfillment. Where there is greed, there is hatred. Where there is envy, there is despair. Beware, Sweet Souls, Beware! Encourage the love/ within.

There was an artist once/ a painter/ and her colors, they bore her soul. She painted with star dust moon rocks fragments of broken bones/ crushed with the Earth, pieces of sand, fur, and blood. And sometimes/ at night, her paintbrush would take flight/ out to Jupiter

My real mother is sacred, feminine, beauty, breath, Divine. My real mother is the Divine Mother, who speaks to me through the animals and the trees. My real mother is the one who sends me waves of love, each time I sit in silence and pray. She, my Divine Mother, sings to me in the music o

The fight for alignment: What is good, What is pure, What is Self, Is innate; Without mortal casing. What is eternal, Only whole, When merged with Only One. While fighting to preserve These truths, self-evident, Internalized wisdom. Not devoid of right Thought and action.