defining moment. thud.
past passed. settling into the stun.
the cosmos honors soul thought; rings closer to my eternal sun.
the fork has spooned. the life a knife, cuts closer to the truth.
relief and debrief, from the bored-room , I run.
... Please enjoy the awakenings and poetic musings of a yogini in Texas, USA: unfolding the human experience through daily observances and nurturing a fresh childlike vision. ~just journey~
Friday, December 9, 2011
the skeleton is always smiling
strip away the lands of time,
these skins of mine and sit with me dear friend. take away the mask you know and replace it with your own. sit in the deep and grow roots, and then stand an oak. these bones, only a support for your cosmic cloak
these skins of mine and sit with me dear friend. take away the mask you know and replace it with your own. sit in the deep and grow roots, and then stand an oak. these bones, only a support for your cosmic cloak
Thursday, December 8, 2011
then came all...
And All of the Love of my Heart...
All of the breath of my Soul,
All of the money in the world,
All of the spaces within the Universe,
All of the history of the Earth...
Couldn't change the Truth of you and me.
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