(2015)
Oh, how the almighty have fallen because they have sadly forgotten that the higher the tower, that insatiable desire for power; the more unstable it becomes,
Please, Child, don’t be angry wit… And you don’t have to be angry wit… Anger is an emotion, just like the… sadness, excitement, confusion, &… Emotions exist to help guide you t…
As a white female living in a colo… I don’t know what it’s like to step outside and fear for my life. Sure there’s being in the wrong pl…
Flowing through the flesh of my bo… vibrations aligning with my pulse. Ego deteriorates and my soul is fu… In this moment of transcendence Clouds roll over.
Told I was born inferior and soci… Defined by gender roles and social… Get used to the indoors Lose all hope of being free Learn to be adaptable to a man’s n…
Finding effortlessness in the healing process through acceptance and creativity. Every part of me makes up my entir… No need to hate
Dear Creation Force as Death Transformed, Hollow bones rattle songs in Your honor Overstuffed bugs hum
I choose to use this moment of tim… I am stardust in human form. A miraculous, beautiful existence. My recent self-integration has led… A cosmic dance among various bodie…
Woke up with laughter there’s no sense chasing after what is not yet here. Sunspots on forest floors, tell me, Love, where is the door?
There’s a living entity whose sole… providing the necessities for all… Our wants may be insatiable, but s… for everything she offers comes fr… Food, water, shelter, and air,
Sonny’s blues... the cup of trembling shaking within. Making sense of suffering and wondering
The trees... They soak up the carbon dioxide I… as well as the inner turmoil I exp… They release oxygen for me to brea… as well as loving guidance for me…
She died and they viewed it as a t… Salvation was not hers. The real tragedy is their judgment as it limits them from seeing the life she lived;
Child, sad child, where do you go… Are you embraced in truth, able to… Or are you trapped in hell, awaiti… Do you picture yourself as capable… or are you devastated by past fail…
James, my son, rusty vans perch in longing Don’t lack like them