May all beings be free from suffering and the root of suffering… May we clear the clutter of accumulated debris Continue reading
I was born as the sun cleared the crest of the horizon… The morning dew kissing the ground as it Continue reading
You can tell which houses the families still live in… the others are growing in number…
Standing cold, temperature set around 50°, water drained from copper veins, Some heavy with the lead that remains…
The two leggeds called to the Ancestors tonite… Those who prayed we’d come awake.
Songs from within the womb gave way to the crescent moon—dancing with the light of Venus
I don’t belong in Babylon if I can’t beat the rhythm of my own drum. For if I choose the settlers way that’s who I become…
We weren’t planning to uproot our nest just yet, but spirit has the way of directing flow in ways we don’t always want to accept in the moment or methods presented.
Fascinating creatures we Are… Human women are said to be the only mammal who derives sexual pleasure for the sake of simply that… pleasure. The tired misconception that we are here for the propagation of the species is debunked by that notion. WE do not drop an egg EVERY TIME WE CLIMAX… that’s big. We ARE the embodiment of joy.
Families are struggling on their own, rather than congregating and connecting over the issues arising for our kids, and the Youth are clearly calling for a voice in the conversation. Meanwhile, the military awaits the fallout—the gamers will start looking for new fixes when net neutrality kills their data speed—they will find more drone pilots to enlist. And the Earth Mother continues to call us to attention.