I Was Born for Real Love. {poetry}
I wasn’t born for perfection, submission, or suppression. I wasn’t born for fear and confusion. I was born for love. I want to go there.
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confusion
An Unlived Love Story.
Does he feel me when I'm not near? Does he love the way I love? Does he long for me as I do for him?
Don’t Turn Away: The Initiation of America.
And that is the whole point of the initiatory process. It comes crashing into our lives to dismantle and reorganize the status quo when the situation has become unbalanced, unsustainable; when we have been living unconsciously, blind to even our own machinations. It forces us to look ...
Tombs. {poetry}
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet
Withdrawing From The Troops Of My Own Torment.
There was a point in time, a while after I had suffered a trauma when I felt as if I had been placed into the water, sinking into the truth that I was not free from the processing of events that had laid bricks one by one upon my hands that I would extend out in belief like the spirit of a ...
Your Task Is To Love, There. {poetry}
Sometimes, the task is to give life to the darkness
And find that, through proper care, the shadows are able to make their way to a new home
Instead of lingering in the forgotten corners of what was left behind.
What It Means To Be An Empath.
I have been an empath my whole life, but only really understood what it was, or that I was an empath, about four years ago. Not sure what an empath is or if you are one but you know something isn’t quite right and you don’t understand the emotional overwhelm? Feeling lonely or feeling like you ...
An Astounding Lucid Confusion.
Some days, stillness is my guide, leading me down the gentle middle way where decisions are not made but followed, life is allowed to unfold as it will, and my own confusions are met with compassion and understanding.
Finding a partner — the visible 1% that does not matter.
In love, it is better if we don’t wait for signs and perfect moments. The person you are so desperately waiting for dwells within you. As we know by now, we always attract our mirror, the one who reflects back to us how far we have come on the road to happily ever after with ourselves.
Black Hole To Black Whole: Coming To Terms With My Fear Of Loss.
My hands were drenched in the fluids of my mother’s broken body, while my mind was further tortured by the twisted funhouse world of my grandmother’s creation. I was in the center of toxicity without a hazmat suit.