Re-Wild. {poetry}
Jump again from moving buses; dive again to swirling depths
rise again from your own ashes; die again a hundred deaths.
For the wildness inside you will never perish; I only tire, then surge afresh.
Browsing Tag:
wild
To Live Freely In A Wild Place.
Once disappeared in the house, she began to disappear herself. It was gradual -- she was surprised if she caught her reflection, at the face looking back. It suited her, the invisibility of old age was just more freedom, for a woman especially. Only she rarely had to think about it, what would ...
What Princesses Really Want. {poetry}
I do not want smooth marble castles,
I want mortar eaten away by nature.
I want the smell of wet moss and wood rot
To seep into my lover’s lair
Sisters, Let’s Heal Our Pasts & Be Wild & Free.
Spirituality and psychology have collided. There is a strange party starting in my heart. My tectonic plates are shifting. Move with me, sisters. Let’s be wild and free and full of love.
Your Heart Is A Wild Woman.
Your heart is a wild woman; let her live fully in the knowledge that she is beautiful. Let her know that she is enough, existing as she is in this moment in time -- a reflection of the stars themselves. She holds the power and the perfection of the Universe inside of her. It is a perfection ...
The Art Of Falconry: Keeping Our Love Wild.
“These birds do not need you. They know how to fly. They know how to hunt.” This was written upon the cover of the San Diego Reader sitting on the coffee table. In the photograph was a gorgeous image of a woman with a golden eagle mid-flight with its wicked talons splayed, reaching to grip her ...
An Open Letter To My Former Younger Self.
You will eventually meet not the but a one who will be the birth of Thank You notes you’ll whisper to all of your past mistaken lovers.
Erstwhile Wild: Nature Taught me How to Be a Woman.
Elegance is a forest makeover with dirt on my face and pine needles in my hair. My blush is the flush of the sun on my cheeks. My lipstick the drip stains of wild berries. My eye shadow the dirt that clings to the tears I press face down, hoping to quench this drought-thirsty soil from the rain ...
Unleash That Wild Thing Beneath Your Skin.
The initial spark that caused the Big Bang within my being came from a look in your eye that was molten. I’ll never forget that look. It was the first time anybody ever looked at me that way and I’ve experienced an array of the way eyes make connections. It was a look so deep it seeped through ...
A Wild Abandoned Dance. {poetry}
Let her be a fool,
A fool to fall in love with life.
A fool to fall in love with him.
Let her feel him kiss her bloody heart.
Let her kiss his too.
Take it to places it’s never been before.
Dance a sweet salsa of amour fou.