Originally posted on Whisper and the Roar:
Today my sisters and brothers there is simmering fine-grained rage in the quiet pockets of woman all around the world rage has not left the room it is bottled in corners like a fizzing drink about to explode rage has no accent or specific color it owns the…
Category: Poetry
MOONCHILD
Full of imperfections she lives in loneliness, yet her existence brightens the darkness, and her perfect imperfections add to her beauty as she kisses the night sky and colors our dreams.
Journaling
Journal entry 3/20/2017 Many people fear death… fear the unknown. They’re afraid death will be like being locked up in a dark box forever from which there is no escape, or like slipping into oblivion, becoming nonexistent. But what if this life is the dark box and death is the key that sets you free?… Continue reading Journaling
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LET MY KISSES CLEANSE YOUR SOUL AND MY VOICE SOOTHE YOUR PAIN –The Rain… just realized the video is over an hour long, you must really like me — The Rain 🙂
2+2=?
The universe might be mathematical in nature, but life is not. Not when the smallest of moments hold the greatest value, when an entire lifetime is greater than the sum of it’s parts. It’s finding that part of the universal equation where synchronisty & synergy meet that makes life worth living.
Karmic connection
Lifetimes of karma senuously whispered secrets that day a part of you grew into me an eternity ago
