Make Way for Woman to Rise. {poetry}
This poem is a clarion call for reinstating Woman back into society. When we make way for Woman to rise, she will save humanity and Mother Earth.
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Beloved Mother Earth Burning. {poetry}
At vicious speeds a furnace tears apart our valleys, our golden earth, resilient hearts we must find worth in kookaburras sent to Father’s place.
Matrix of Energy: A Prayer of Clearance & Clarity. {poetry}
I dance in my own energy, welcoming yours as it pleases, allowing it to leave when it wishes, staying in my own brilliance, leaving you to burn in your own.
In My Innocence, I Trusted You. {poetry}
And no matter how I am showing up in those moments, light or dark, I embrace and hold safe and sacred all of the pieces I trusted others with for so long.
In the End: Boxes and Boxes of Glass Eyes. {poetry}
What she saw as elegance was, to my eyes, nothing short of macabre. I needed a job, and this limp-haired, twitchy woman had one.
The Birds Still Migrate in Formation. {poetry}
If fed and nourished, some birds stay in place. Even the small hummingbird can face the cold when fed and welcomed, avoiding the costs of exhaustion.
War-Words: Picture Frame in My Mind’s Eye. {poetry}
The war is over or is it? Do I know you as a dirty innocent thing yet? A discarded soft child forgotten by your god? A picture frame made of wilted flowers?
We’ve Become Crude: Our Common Tale of Woe. {poetry}
We’ve become boxers who bite opponents. We’ve become women who fail to report rape. We’ve become men who piss themselves. This is our common tale of woe.
I Am Learning to Hold All Things Gently. {poetry}
Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
Nanny State Blues: A Dystopian Fantasy. {poetry}
Nathan dumped his state-dispensed 4 oz. Jolly cup designed for kale and fish egg smoothies and guzzled home brew instead.
!["You must have a room, or a certain hour or so a day, where you don’t know what was in the newspapers that morning, you don’t know who your friends are, you don’t know what you owe anybody, you don’t know what anybody owes to you. This is a place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are and what you might be. This is the place of creative incubation. At first you may find that nothing happens there. But if you have a sacred place and use it, something eventually will happen. […]
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it." #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Our life has become so economic and practical in its orientation that, as you get older, the claims of the moment upon you are so great, you hardly know where the hell you are, or what it is you intended. You are always doing something that is required of you. Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.\" #JosephCampbell #RebelleSociety
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Happy Monday, Rebel! What's your bliss station today? ❤")
