This torch - ignite it only,
if you wish to proceed:

It burns on your desire
continuously,
lighting the way
to the feeling you seek.

The longer the longing,
to which the fire you feed,
the larger its flames;
the steadier its heat.

Whisper your woes
to the torch to defeat,
& burn off the pain
of shame, heart break, deceit.

If you sing it your sorrows,
you may find youre relieved.
For the flames of this torch,
heat with healing properties.

Or spill out your passions,
toss in your beliefs.
Whatever you're pining -
on this the flames feed.

Fire glows desire,
dancing with intensity.
& 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 yearn heavy,
& set fire - unleashed.
My heart overheats,
so, solace I seek.

& 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴...

I breathe to the rhythm,
I feel from my soul chimes.
Picking locks on my thoughts.
Breaking into my mind.

Once inside, I found Silence
waiting on me to arrive.
She met me with kind eyes,
& a quiet reminder, divine.

Silence says:

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.
𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦...
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥."

꧁꧂

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" & on the darkest nights,
I feel deeply inclined...
to invite the sky
to fully unwind,
and wrap its stars
around my mind. "

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This is my time,
to be released.

To leave behind,
midaged beliefs.

Uproot the past
& plant new seeds.

Tend to my garden
& water my dreams.

I grow flowers from visions
& pick wisdom off trees.

Thoughts ripen in the berries
& I harvest the seeds.

I sow kindness in rows,
next to seeds of belief.

I grow herbs sown from hope.
Harvest love from snap peas.

I offer my confidence,
to dandelion seeds.

To grow in the cracks
of the sidewalks, between.

Intuition, year-round
grows on evergreen trees.

The depths of its roots,
sink as deep into me.

Wild-smile flower-fields.
Lilac kisses, serene.

Lavender loves laughter
& the scent of dopamine.

Sexuality is ripened,
Nestled in the tangerine.

Creativity grows on vines,
& blooms into epiphanies.

I found grounding in the basil.
Infused rosemary with peace.

& what I find in thyme,
exists purely spiritually.

I rest my soul in the garden
& I feel her cherish me.

She accepts my every fragment
& I listen to her needs.

I learn to tend the darkness.
& to keep my temple clean.

To water everything with love
& divine light frequencies.

To nurture the new growth,
by snipping off dead leaves.

To invite source inside.
& be open to receive,

The cleansing of my spirit
& its ancient history.

Taking shape, we make form
of what we choose to believe.

Bringing forth new flowers,
Into our reality.

So, I tend to my successes
& pull out all the weeds.

I lay gardenbeds of seedlings,
that from feelings, I reaped.

Every outcome is concocted,
of whats currently perceived.

So stay up here with me,
& please, don't go to sleep.

Don't run in the dark,
chasing what's out of reach.

& if I seem quiet,
then Im not asleep.

I am tending my garden,
Bringing life to my dreams.

♡
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