I fall like Oak leaves, sprouting bright again in spring. The winter is cold... Snow, though is water that lasts long to propel later growth.
Whole, you are, each time You see in self truth and source: Live revolution
There's never enough: Time, truth, words. You, though love, are always abundant.
Wax, wane, and wander. Tides are turning with old leaves; Past eclipsed by now.
He say, what she said; All words are made meaningless when hearts won't hear them.
ashes to ashes, spread wide.
sunburnt blisters on my surface, lying desolate in the tail winds of incessant regret as pustules of broken dreams fertilize these sprouts; wildflowers growing through holes in my consciousness, permeating my heart with this rage, chafing raw the sensual glow of flesh as it bleeds disdain to replace the longing for hindsights that manifest themselves … Continue reading I am a soul resisting light,…