Poetry addressing Crown Chakra (spiritual)
I don’t know when it began, this lifetime or past. But this time, my memory and heartwarmed upon our first introduction. A friend, a lover, I knew not. So so long ago,I found myself missing you as our eyes and voices first infused. Odd. Please, I said. Take a seat. Tell me our story dear […]
It was in a Hawaiian ocean that I first felt your power and presence. I had come to you for me,running into you as my heaven and earth. You took my breath away,and embraced my entire body with your smooth salty lips. As the salt waters caressed my heart andcreative currents birthed from the deep
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking Consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. Yes,
Black, yellow, purple and brown. Signs of death and decay. Proof of life, and the impact of pushing oneself too far in the pursuit of joy and excellence. You bruise still. Sometimes the result of others. Just as many caused by your own doing. You bruise still. Seeing them makes it more real. Evidence of
Primal sacred places come from such mind blowing devastation. How can that be, when we can so easily access these places and enjoy their bounty birthed of scars and cycles of resurrection that miraculously transpired over thousands of years? I come to you. Viewing the layers and altitudes of carved rock cliffs, botanical gardens, and
