at mossy grave
asked to be alone and am
pretending to pray

Pain again is salt on wound
Tears are raindrops under an umbrella cloud
I’m not hiding from it anymore
It does not make my body sore

It rained other times too
And every time sunny moments followed
The green was greener
And my smile truer

Pain again is salt on wounds
I wonder now what flowers bloom
How high they’ll grow
What will they know.

my philosophy
is kindness without quarter
i practice poorly

you changed all that was
we built here now together
and this is just love

the present is now
told a thousand years ago
and we stand conscious

now

Work the slow work of diligent accomplishment
In the only now that does exist
Chimerically no forced coercion can prevail
Relatively we bend and sway and break with fads
Hatred commercial excitations selfish desires
****** reflexive static cyclic molecular physics
Birth death birth death birth death
Ultimately i do not understand          therefore i am

we are a no one
in the realm of never was
we create the world

~
I am summer,
    and sunshine
        mixed with
the passion of
    autumn hurricane.
       I have the
             soul of a mermaid,
                 fierceness of a lioness,
                    heart of a hippie,
                  spirit of butterflies,
              and a mouth
           I can’t always control.
        I slay, I pray
    I dream
of possibilities
      and not the
             probability.
                Call me crazy but
            I believe wishes
    come true with the
         click of my fingers
             and the flicker
               of my tongue.  
         I am bold;
a woman
       in control,
          unashamed as
                a sinful angel.
                        I am Libra.
~

what golden meaning
perceived when in a moment
is but reflection