The gentle wind that tumbled me to the Waters' shore. To listen.
maybe the salmon are returning home for reasons beyond what you know
I lifted my feet as you held my hand and we floated along the highway.
the moss covering the canon said most phalluses contain a canal
They looked on with eyes of tender care and wisdom.
He barged through the door, “This ain’t right.”
Focus and your voice will expand
The voice said: there is only one lake and it was made from a single hair from a deer.
People are free to leave but they don't need to burn the house on their way out
Choose your trinkets wisely.
We’re going to do good work
She had the face of a crow, her beak shiny metallic curved and sharp
Her body jet black with red accents
She was paper-thin, supporting my floating body.
Translucent white silken ribbons dancing with fluidity&freedom at my forehead & playful laughter in my left ear as she floated away
Diamond in the sky
She looked into my eyes
She reminded me to create.
Offered me her hand & in it a fistful of reassurance
She said even though the work you do doesn’t go out to the masses, it is still important. One day you will be with people in their dying. Pay attention to the four directions.”
She whispered, you already know what to do
She adorned me with love.
She was all that is grace and wished me to be so.
The lineage is strong.
The lineage was never broken
I hugged her with tears and support
I could feel her embrace as I laid on her bosom.
As i knelt at her feet, she warmly reminded me that i am a beloved child of the universe - an expression of her wildest dreams - and that i have already been given everything i need for every experience i shall ever have.