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We are

We are as brave as our reflection
Weather its in a mirror or the eyes of those we love.
Ease in my body like a cobra
Ease in life like a breeze
Safety in my home and environment
like the locust singing
In the summer months of abundance
Do i live in fear or peace?
Am i a bridge between worlds or the person who burns them?
Am i rooted in this plane of exsistence?
Walking the plank sideways glancing.
find your stabalizers mounting preoccupations
A guest on the matrix extending limbs
Do i trust the process?
Can i surrender to the powers that be?
Down like a dog or rise up like the pheonix?! Gathering momentum in this revolution this infrastructure is crashing.
We are being restructured.
This matrix only works for the 1%
its time to abandon it.
Centered. Calm warrior
In the muddle of chaos
Holding light and space.
Gathering energies and creating
Abundance forward fold
Right to be here and now not taken anything for granted.
I sit in the quiet of the house
gotten a lifetime of news in my brain.
meditation comes with
the first woken breath of a new day
The cirst woke breath of a life.
Especially now where
we are living in a surreal
Quarentine.
Made to stop and gather what is important.
Do we have a right to be here? We have a right to not question our beautifully complex life ever again.
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Indigo’s raising indigo’s/37/soul love saga

fall and winter of 2011-2012 059There is not a day

where I am not tested beyond

the limits of what I can handle.

With my craft and religion

nagging at me,

words fly around my head

unable to find their place on the page.

Due to rage

or running from

one place to another,

 any obligation that roots

me to reality

keeps me from

running free and traveling

down new roads.

A baby mess,

a chlild’s  needs,

all a priority

to the creation of work

that needs space +time.

Kids yearning to thrive

some of them arn’t even mine.

Bouncing through life

with no care for guidance

or respect

indigo’s raising indigo’s.