A mania blesses the core–
A willingness to thrill;
The feminine within me
Threatens to overspill.
Hands droop lazy
To loyalty’s abyss…
Infinity of possibility
Is what gives me bliss.
March 4
2:58pm
Tag: loyal
The Rose Cannot Get More Sweet
She is the wild rose–each petal blooms outward to reveal the layers of self she nurtures within her honey core. The sun caresses her presence, for she is essential to the process of life. If she has thorns, the world made her this way–they add to the spirit of this blossom–it cannot be reached with a careless hand. She withstands the wind and the warmth and sometimes she braves the mountaintop and sometimes she sways in the meadows…
The rose cannot get more sweet— there are some blooms worth tending for the fragrance.
Feb 18
11pm
The Path of a Goddess 