Shells washed ashore
Tossed about by the ocean
Into pieces they’ve shattered.
Yet, beauty exists.
Each piece plays a part.
Carefully Placed
They create a loving heart.
Love is my mantra
Love is my game
Love is my hope
Love's my real name.
Embracing
My wild tender heart
Finding new form
Growing, feeling
All there is to love
Woodfired cauldron
One Hundred and Eight
Pre-Dawn Soak
With my soulmate
My heart pours out
As I learn grace
All these new feels
He simply holds space
Radical self acceptance
Rising inside me
A paradigm shift
Honoring the She
Woke in Heidelberg
Free from shame
Herself she claims
Honoring her fire
Igniting flame
Self devotion
Owning emotion
Rising like
Waves in the ocean
Celebrating the rise
Joy in her eyes
Seems to me
2000 reprise
Wild and free
Learning to be
Now is the time
Honoring the SHE.
Suffering
Darkness
sinking in pain.
I must pass through this shadow to gain…
To gain peace
To gain light
All my love uncovering
I brave the dark times
To expose my soul to the suffering
Experiencing All there is
I gain depth and compassion
A cup full of heartache was only part my ration
Something {that} great.
My heart is full
And I love to its depth
Consequently,
This means a deep and wide breadth
I have my memories
I honor my bestowment
I don’t need much more…
For, I have THIS moment.
And I choose to live fully,
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