Posted in dreaming out loud


I was hidden
in the winter grass,
the dew upon the fields,
born of the fragrance
that gratitude reveals…

I’m the sky looking down,
the breath of wildflowers,
I’m the oracle
who stayed awake
into the small hours…

I’m the earth that moves
by design,
to follow the sun,
the brightness
that encapsulates
the joy in everyone…

I am the singer
who mouths the words
of grief’s
silent prayers,
the glory imparted to me,
through a multitude of tears…

I dance to the rhythm
of my body’s memory,
cultivating my heart’s delight
in a sacred treasury…

I am the wound
that cut so deep,
releasing healing light,
resurrected in the darkness,
it’s the narrative
I rewrite…

I was saved by the majesty
of transcendent love,
spoken of
by time Lords
who say I am enough…

I was brought forth
by the destinies
of those who came before,
and the ground
of my very being
is wholly adored…

I worship nature’s harmony
I give praise to the moon,
I live in love’s abundance
I’m taught tenderly
to commune…

I pay homage
to the intelligence
of my eternal breath,
and I’ve been given
the knowledge
that there’s no seperation
in death…



I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

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