Tag Archives: transition

ageless fading

Is it the misappropriation of time that we  gather the herbs for rituals sake?

Just to make tea for dreamscape.

A mention of unrealistic expectations

has us absorbing the mirror’s reflection

and wonder aghastly

what it is that daunts us?

Where most don’t care

but who we are to them

and what they can recieve from us.

The dimples, sags, lines and creveses that falter our skin

as we age in time judging

all we see and grasp as our hands make work meaningless

in the grand scheme of things.

The numbers on the scale tell us false hoods.

What does it all really mean?

I feel better at this weight

than I did being skinny in my prime.

I can run the distance and dance a mile

but my body leaves clues resembling my age.

Swimming in agelessness

I call clothes hiding the forms of supplication.

Open up to the stars that alighn us.

The moon that moves us

and the sun that I gravitate towards.

I worship them all in their glory.

Still as I age the grace that carried me this far

helps me rage.

I still have yet to figure it all out.

Falling into routines,

I keep my head open for change.

New habits to health transitions of Death.

trying to tease time

with ascention on my mind

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wild woman/ 35/ soul love saga

Wild woman
I have felt my wild woman
in the midst of transition
a mother bear guiding
her cubs
from danger
I have felt my wild woman
as a drum through the night
by the fire
as I dance by the hot flames
rythm beats a vibration
within my body
I have felt her urge
to stay on my path
of enlightenment
to empower
my waken moments
to do what needs
to be done
for me
my family
and the world
I have felt my wild woman
inside me as I lose time
inside the midst of creation
and the transition into motherhood
I see her in my art
in my art
I see my soul
in my soul is her