Wanderling❁

devilry, she is

 

 

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i feel your milky way gaze, so prophetic

naming my most secret constellations

while i love you wild

until it hurts

so fucking tell me

what haze overcomes my mind this night?

tell me the color

the sound

and don't shame me for undoing the silence

with my recklessness dark

damned like magic and midnight

don't blame me

you made me

and call me what you like

but you'll wish you recognized my aura

for more than madness

when the demons come reckoning

and you need the moon

and i'm somewhere far, lost

in my crazed crystalline bliss

where you let me go

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Blossoming and Blessed

  

 

I consider the entire Earth to be my home, and all her life forms are my family and my responsibility. I long to be a giver as quiet and dignified as the Earth, who provides and forgives and feels no fear in letting go of the ones she loves. Like her trees and flowers and mountainous peaks, I will always offer myself, but reach ever skyward and above to unite with the silent energy in places touched by the purest sun. That is how I remember my duty to my heart. That is how I remember I am happy to be with myself. 

Kindness ought to be offered quietly, like falling blossoms from a tree at Spring's end. 

Kindness should leave the giver with a feeling of freedom, communicating to others in the language of the soul, but through the body and mind. And each human owes  to themselves that ocean of generosity and gratitude called self-love - a state of being sadly infringed upon by the expectations, selfishness, and ignorance of others. But when we find our unique place of peace and relinquish the need for approval and validation, we discover the river that flows within has always been endless and perfect. The shores are a treacherous place, but onward we flow. Others will feel and see, and every night, the stars will reflect in the surface of your soul because you are their equal. You will never lack the energy to be giving, because your infinite potential will become your religion and ritual. 

Why have I taken birth in this magnificent form? To embrace my incarnation of rare design, blossoming and blessed, a product of cosmic fortune and Earthly sacrifice. All I am, I can give, because it has never been mine. 

I am bright. I am kindness. I do not belong to myself. 

You are bright. You are kindness. You do not belong to yourself. 

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photo: peak of berry season at Starkey Blueberry Farm, april 2017

quietus

 

 

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it will be an aching sunrise

on a faraway coast, drowned

in a lonely taste

and it will not be me

who arrives with the light

but my shadow

and you will find

only butterflies and grains of sand

linger

where a love sweet

like the fragrance of summer's eve

used to laugh

as each soft morning blossomed

offering healing where once was hurt

love where once was lost

and I pray

you will never look away

from the honeyed memories of your mind

and open your eyes

to the changing skies within

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photo: a little beauty found at Naples Botanical Garden, november 2017

shall i roam

 

 

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into the trees

I long to disappear

knowing too often, I falter

too often, I forget

what beauty awaits

if only I listened

oh, if only I knew

when I walk among them in the woods

all the forces that conspire to kill me

they too, whisper to me in waking dreams

"stay alive"

only they understand

only they know

the heart, being a leaf

the wind makes throb

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photo: nature trail at Lettuce Lake Park, september 2017

affliction of the senses

 

 

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how does one kill fear

I wonder

if wandering alone is the cure or the cancer

and I am blinded

overcome

by the power of silence

when I reach for a higher calling

and find only flowers

few and far in between

my own great escape

for I am only pretending to be small

I am all the places I've never been

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photo: hillside leading to the Cliffs of Moher, may 2017

you're mine, you know

 

 

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I am prepared to swallow

the sunrise

even if I choke on the fire & flames

if I can't have eternal beauty

then neither can the sky

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photo: sunrise over Ft. Lauderdale Beach