I Wish You. {poetry}
I wish you the cool clean whiteness of shells, the sacredness of bones, the memory of flight that leaves its signature in the feather.
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Maxi Lichtenberg
The Lump. {fiction}
As the ambulance sped away, I watched the crowd envelop the space of the lump. The blue-clad officer, pad in hand, scribbling notes and taking statements.
Conversation With an Awakening Seer.
You are beautiful, my seer... You are amazing and gifted beyond most of your peers. You can see magical things that are hidden from those around you.
Sensuality Is Not Shame.
To be sensual is to become aware. You do not need to wait for your next planned vacation, you can choose deep sensuality right now.
People Of The Fire {poetry}
Gods, like phantoms, rise up out of the fire,
created and destroyed at the whim of the people.
Choose Happiness When It Is Offered.
We shouldn’t run away from the difficult moments in our life and the emotions that are rising in us, but instead face them head-on.
Rebirth: Shifting The Focus From Refusing to Believing. {poetry}
The suit wasn’t my size;
my body shrank to fit, I couldn’t breathe.
I rehearsed their words:
'Life is supposed to be hard'.
You Are Your Livelihood: Don’t Settle For Less Than Cosmic.
The tools we need to get through life are always available to us, but we have to earn them, not just expect it to all work out.
On Death: I Know It Is Done, So Now We Wait.
I will continue to visit with my friend and hope to offer comfort when I do. I am so very present in the finality of things because she knows, and I know...
The Hole in the Living Room: An Illustration of the Way We Adapt to Death.
The hole has fully integrated itself into your awareness. You’ve practically forgotten that it’s there, moving around it with grace and ease.