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no matter how far you travel the road always stretches the stops increase as do the miles between if you ever make it close the distance will seem to grow the road home is an eternity of searching for something you will never know
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Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 4:06 AM UTC
The Road Home
* * * * * I saw my reflection in an ethereal mirror My face I could see vision so clear blending with all eternity Ripples of light emanating forth Ancestors behind me a knowing loving force ribbons in hues of celestial colors Held within faces of all humankind blending perfectly from the beginning of time my blood tracing back to first mother Acknowledging all strength from beauty now shown Acknowledging truth I have always known I carry all within my heart I carry all within my mind Knowledge of survival, truth, divine I release my consciousness from earthly tethers I choose to surrender I choose to surround myself with Pure Love Pure Light Pure Sound Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.
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Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
Etherial Reflections
She does not lose well will not forget It will haunt Her avorite Pencil Tip Softened Just So... A Paw pushed it Somewhere to a Secret Spot Out of Vision Her Reach A Peice of Paper Elusive, Yet there... Lodged Deep Amidst A Stack of Most Important Things She does not Lose Well... Not in terms of Games or Competition.. But the things in Her Life That Envelop Her World. Tough, Scrappy, Beautiful Oh-So Tender Holding all things Dear Close to Her Heart Loss is a Place of  Deepest Contemplation Her Memories Are Alive Vibrant.. Stay with Her Immense Joy Her Deep Well of Sadness A Cachet of Stories Reverberate Expanding Outward like Ripples in a Pond. She does not Lose Well The Creatures and People That are Immersed In Her Life Even One Pulled Out Leaves Like a Building Block A Tear A Gap A Hole in Her life She does Not Forget Or Minimize the Pertinance of Freindship Love A Moment that has Touched Her Heart When it is Time for The Loss The Breaking of Her Heart Can be Felt through Time Space Filled with Divine Wisdom She is Able to See All Aspects at Once. The Purpose The Moment Becomes Filled With Rainbows of Light She will Bathe in that Beam... Helps Guide Them Home Knows Intuitively She Trusts in the Divine Finding There Solice Amidst the Flutterings  of Her Tender, Broken Heart. Grief Shrouds Her A Mystical Shawl A Veil that Holds her Dearly till the Pain Becomes at Least Bearable.. Then She will Begin To Tell Her Stories Once Again. Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
She does not Lose Well
She does not lose well will not forget It will haunt Her avorite Pencil Tip Softened Just So... A Paw pushed it Somewhere to a Secret Spot Out of Vision Her Reach A Peice of Paper Elusive, Yet there... Lodged Deep Amidst A Stack of Most Important Things She does not Lose Well... Not in terms of Games or Competition.. But the things in Her Life That Envelop Her World. Tough, Scrappy, Beautiful Oh-So Tender Holding all things Dear Close to Her Heart Loss is a Place of  Deepest Contemplation Her Memories Are Alive Vibrant.. Stay with Her Immense Joy Her Deep Well of Sadness A Cachet of Stories Reverberate Expanding Outward like Ripples in a Pond. She does not Lose Well The Creatures and People That are Immersed In Her Life Even One Pulled Out Leaves Like a Building Block A Tear A Gap A Hole in Her life She does Not Forget Or Minimize the Pertinance of Freindship Love A Moment that has Touched Her Heart When it is Time for The Loss The Breaking of Her Heart Can be Felt through Time Space Filled with Divine Wisdom She is Able to See All Aspects at Once. The Purpose The Moment Becomes Filled With Rainbows of Light She will Bathe in that Beam... Helps Guide Them Home Knows Intuitively She Trusts in the Divine Finding There Solice Amidst the Flutterings  of Her Tender, Broken Heart. Grief Shrouds Her A Mystical Shawl A Veil that Holds her Dearly till the Pain Becomes at Least Bearable.. Then She will Begin To Tell Her Stories Once Again. Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved
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