Beloved Mother Earth Burning. {poetry}
At vicious speeds a furnace tears apart our valleys, our golden earth, resilient hearts we must find worth in kookaburras sent to Father’s place.
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Ange Sang
I Realize the Gift of My Gloriously Sensitive Heart.
If I am attacked, ostracized or slandered... I remember the ground upon which I am standing... and the truth of the heart at my center.
Sharing My Heart: My Lyme Disease Journey.
I pray to be more than lucky, and that this is me -- a Heart Creature -- being rebirthed into all my glory by the very dis-ease intended to break me.
True Love Is Where No Shame Exists.
Not one of us can know the thousands of internal steps it took another to break through the fold, defy all odds, purge through lifetimes, lineages of shame.
The Miracle of This Life Allows Me to Feel It All. {poetry}
The progressive wide eyes I felt transpiring within me seemed to guide orchestrated life lessons, prompting me to learn the true meaning of surrender.
I Find Living Moments of Prayer in Awareness. {poetry}
Meet me in the barrel of a wave, where I might find you in the moment it breaks, to crash your heart upon my rocks, laid out under moonlight blue.
If Only We Could All See with Wide Eyes.
What footprints are we lending while bearing down on our precious Mother Earth? Is there hope in such a reality, where so few of us do see with wide eyes?
I Dare Not. {poetry}
I dare not remember… that life is but a winding path
and the more we grapple and torment over its supposed 'hold', the more it digs in.
The Longing. {poetry}
Less surrender is in the longing, as it is to be revived
and in this cave of languish, a final stumble
becomes far more than a dusty heart can bear
The Diver. {poetry}
Your existence -- like any that walk, that live, that breathe, that dive -- an echo of the only, 'it'-self. Not separate from the storm.