Not a memory, not a story, but a friend.
The girl and her mirror, which tells her the heart she carries is regal
we let the echoes shape us.
Containing the Details
Within my strength
I enjoy the fear
It teaches me to listen
HER
In heart I remember life In wanting I desire time In hope I find joy that washes my feet The taste of music on my skin And in this space I fold into myself again Let the ache rise and fall like quiet waves
Wonders, I say
How awareness feels like rebirth
When the Wolves Begin to Sing
Movements of the sacred ache I. The Knowing There’s something I have always known, in my hips, in my breath, in the heat that wakes me when no one’s there. I was made to be met. Not claimed. Not chased. Met. I do not want fingertips that search, I want hands that remember. Mouth that …
Tradition
Stuck on the past so I want to share something old as something new. I hope you enjoy it 🙂
Mountain
And now I wish I took a picture of it, Looking pretty, strong and kissed with fog…
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