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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Oh, Just a Dream

I’m dreaming of weaving my desires

Betwixt butterfly wings

To fly in the breeze

And magically land in a king’s territory.

My essence would be found floating in the mist,

Immersing the concourse on which he stands

With sparkles of love

Brushing his heart with colors

Seen only in the cosmos.

Beauty in his eyes.

My name on his lips.

I was only dreaming,

Kaleidoscoping through electric glass

That shocked reality back into place.

Lightning bolts of honesty

Bursting profoundly through my chest.

“He loves me”, “he loves me not”

Every word spoken plucked hope out of my heart.

A roseless stem,

Growing blindly in the wrong direction,

Hoping for a “love me” phrase alone.

He must have forgotten to speak

For I waited desperately

In a silence that protruded my ears.

“he loves me not”, he repeats.

He stops.

I listen and blink.

Letting tears roll off my cheek and down my chin,

Dripping in the soil.

But from there, a new rose must bloom with a ruby forming from within.

And emerging from the Earth shall be a new beginning.

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So It Was

A couple calendars have passed, 

And I ask all that IS 

If more seasons will evolve before 

The hour of encounter. 

Stars trickle at midnight 

Through the farthest spaces between 

All that once seemed eternal.

Journaling dreams, voicing a future

And attempting to alter a destiny 

Has  become hopelessly useless.

What’s undone can be done not again

Finger prints wiped, 

Leaving behind only a smudge. 

I indulge in caramel-coated

Memoirs as my eyes gaze into

 A jammed hour glass

As time declines passing.

But so it was… ♠


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Deeply Rooted

A Woman of the Earth

The doors are opened for me. A universe of opportunities is mine for the taking. I embrace every emotion in my solar plexus and desire in my heart – all those things that honor my divinity.

It is a precious thing to be a woman – a gift to life overall. I value my existence and hold sacred my attributes, including my temple and what I choose to allow in and out of it. I am not what others want me to be but what I choose to be.

I stand firm in knowing the value of all I have to offer, that which is birthed from the most sacred part of mySelf. I will receive no less. The beauty of my being shall not be diluted. I am in love with mySelf as I am in love with all. For that reason, I will allow me only the best that my heart and soul will accept and recognize that is in congruence to my desires and offerings.

Om Namah Shivaya


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Through the Eye of Existence

Times are changing; Earth is evolving,
Yet the systemic transformation
And quality of the essence
In the atmosphere remain consistent.
Social structures ignore the connection
With our nature in the universe.
They ignore the philosophies which
Are birthed from the heart, mind and soul

Life is fruit of love; love is root to life.