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
Tag: meditation
Still Mothers
Her Story
Still Here
and you do not wonder what is a woman and why is this phenomena still here
to stay
the poison you drink each day by day turns into your bones your face your eyes your hair the one you keep wrapped in glory by the story you tell yourself day by day for the poison you drink to stay
without you
While listening to conversations between the earth and water.
The Pink Tree
I love my backyard because of this tree so I honoured it through my words as it shined it’s beautiful colors upon me.
