where is this God if not within my own arms in my eyes in the power of my tongue...is it not in my words in my lungs in my heart who beats without a drummer without a drum
newly married shipped off miles away left her blessed childhood behind looked upon the fierce patriarchal structures of men and women awaiting her arrival soon to be demolished by the fire in her heart and crown on her head because she could sense that seeds from her tree won’t need solid structures based on fear… Continue reading Grace on Earth
and you do not wonder what is a woman and why is this phenomena still here
While listening to conversations between the earth and water.
I love my backyard because of this tree so I honoured it through my words as it shined it’s beautiful colors upon me.