As you stand in the forest and understand.
Each tree has its own song
It’s own beat. Each forest is a symphony of miracles
Dancing in the wind.
Bending and swaying in the wind.
Giving into the flo of life.
live of all creation growing and thriving.
Green hills the space in between is vital but is open across the landscape
I capture whAt i can but there is so much left out of a photograph
Vital life energies and auras
Escape me in the world
As i am only a conduit trying to capture the moment
Nature is my muse
Like the delicate petals of the flowers or the twisting
The crystalized look of dew on jewel weed reflecting fragments of the world around it
I’m too wild for you Saturated in music and color
The tapestry I weave is complex
An intramural design
A lost art of the ages
My dance is not for you as I move through grace twisting my life with every step I’m free
. I have the luxury of moving my hips with the sirens song
Surrounded by trade my soul is almost complete
Surrounded by the beauty created by the dreams of us
I wish for love on every shooting star.
Not settling for anything less than stellar.
My strength comes from my Tribe through the collective consciousness and live music
The sound vibration that carries us to rapture
Lacing my thigh high bootsProtecting me from the storm
Keeping me sexy and warm
I walk long in stride
Hips moving gracefully from side to side.
Progressing me in life.
Momentum in motion
My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me.
I’m a bone collector
I ravish lovers And set souls free.
Loving unconditionally my children
Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right From wrong
Not from a hypocritical song
Just a pathway from rugged neurons
Over sexualized society scarcely
Blessed I in this babylon where
Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions
Play on my ethics between right And wrong
There is an epidemic of epic proportions out there. It’s t’s complying with the order of cease and destroy.it is still successful at killing if it doesn’t kill the host it shreds them of their dignity and dreams. Holding their life hostage terrorizing families.
I wish I had some great holistic advice. But I don’t other than wake up and stop fucking doing highly processed shot that’s killing you. ( I was going to put in the name of the drug but really any processed shit will kill you)
I am sick of unnecessary death and dying and not being able to do anything to help except pick up the pieces. Today I feel so tired. I just want everyone to do the right thing for themselves, their families and their community.look at the big picture envision the future and choose life
I climb higher than the fog bank. don’t notice the earth quake or my heart ache.
The nights of my dreams
love of my life,
Shaman of my soul.
Secret of universal truth Is…
We are all one…
Watch me dance
Through the horizons and rainbows
Grab my hips and pull me close. Dance with me through the dappled moon light in the forest. Touch the center of my beingWorshiping the ways of women.
Illuminate wonder in a timeless reign and ruminate nomore.
Ravish my body’s infernal passion.
Close your eyes learning external composition weaving the source of your dreamscape.
The web of a pure existence over and over again .
Time circles high Pushing through to what matters
What matters most in this icy desolation Daughters of the revolution
Sons of anarchy
All in chaotic bliss central to my location
Central to the core of my beliefs
Central to the Armageddon of
my song, My rules, my choices
Who can stand by me
Holding the power of patience
And dedication to family
Who can stand by me
Through acquisition and free trade
Selling humble wares
Witnessing the miracle of healing
And the erythema of harmony