This room, blessed with undeniable energy… I write to lilting music of fishes swimming in a castled world Lovebirds feeding outside the window, chattering their secret language Sun refracts through a suspended prism, as rainbows dance on pale pink walls And there on one,…
Sun dogs and moon bows Crystal Prisms and rainbows Relieved of any constrictions Lay their colors upon my soul While I, within creative throes Of writing with utter conviction
The space always is and in this space I am.* I breath this air surrounding me, holding tight to my soul energy Living in my head with my fantasies.
She should forget her passions and innermost desires incinerate her wants and needs build a gasoline fired funeral pyre tie them all to the killing stake burning away her emotions as her soul forsakes who she is.
Power of my thoughts bringing awareness to words
“Bees have a passion
To this resting place erratic journeys taken