And he’s everything to me–come closer, I catch his scent, as we relax beneath the warm light, our smiles fading to silence as intent becomes clear…where will this go? Only time knows–my spirit is for dreaming, only.
Feb 11
6:43am
with Tahtahme, The Sacred Bruja
And when you listen,
Listen good–
Let Mother’s song embrace you.
She has the perfect hum
To vibrate right to the soul
And soften the shell required
To survive among
The animals of society.
Her tune will gracefully
Float high at the inhale and
Take root at exhale. If you feel
At ease…it has been done
The way she intended.
Feb 3