“At four in the morning my body bumped against the ceiling” – Jim Harrison The mind conspires with imagination the sense of floating in mid-air traveling to the stars and beyond, amidst the ethered spheres.
When my damaged heart can find no sustained relief you are what my old soul needs to shake me from my grief.
Embrace life energy with intent let honeyed elixir wash over soul be not afraid or filled with lament the nectar will heal, make you whole.
And lo, a restless soul goes roaming through all the endless ebony nights as it dances in the garden of dreams The heart longs to flee and take flight.
Your soul has many
“Let your thoughts be an unfurling
There is an opus resounding within my heart A symphony of promise from many lives ago Do you hear the ancient melody as it starts to quiver and strum with our brilliant light?