Feathered flower

Feathered flower

Feathered flower.

Beautiful silk petals.

That wither in the light of the moon.

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Flames of eternity.

Ignited by the spark.

Of our beating hearts

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Rejuvenated by love.

Not for another.

But of self-restoration.

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Drowning the sorrows of regrets.

Clean the past from your hands.

Let it go…

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Strength from within.

The foundation of the soul.

Watered, nurtured, and given light.

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Grounded with strength.

Blooming with colors.

Of unspeakable beauty.

Discarded youth

Discarded youth

Young like a child, I trusted you instinctively.

Never once questioning your lies.

Remove the blindfold.

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Discarding my remains.

The love between us

Has slipped away.

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Once I shed tears.

Tears for the years.

No more will I cry.

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Under the influence of your spell

You dragged me through hell.

I escaped.

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Discarded youth,

age that once calloused the soul.

Time has left me wise.

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New growth,

sprouting from the crop and burn.

The scar you left on my heart.

Magic Within

Magick Within

Magick: the energy that connects the human spirit to that of the divine.

All seeing eye… open revealing the lines of chaos, where insanity breeds.
Beyond the strings of perception lie the fabric of the unseen universe.

Diverging between reality. Unraveling the tangled web of the universe.
Beyond the cosmos.

Within the witches eye a magic resides.
Here lies a secret world of endless possibilities. Eye wide open, all seeing with wonder.

Whimsical goddess in all her forms. She tells me. “Feel… don’t think.”
I embrace her touch… that of electricity within my soul.

A pulse flowing from the cosmos and beyond.
Breathe I must remember to breathe...
Tears of blessing stream a river of compassion.

Warm waters of emotion. Blockage removed, no longer stagnant, free flowing rivers which bubble to the surface.

Life thriving with each beat of your heart.
Awakened after years of slumber.
No longer dormant.

No longer afraid.
Emotions no longer churn for the storm of chaos has resided.

Is it the work of god?
Or the gift of empowerment?
Is there a difference?

Still the questions flood the mind body and soul…

Can you feel her breath on the coming wind?
Do you hear the voice of the goddess as she calls your name?

My mind is riddled with questions. Anxiety of our own nature.

Endless thoughts, wishing for a desperate silence… for now I settle the chaos one breath at a time.

Ode to chang

Ode to chang

Change can be scary.
It is hardly ever soft.
Sometimes cange is louder and abrasive.
Other times change is quiet and sneaky.
Yet in the end change is just another aspect of life. Embedded in our fabric of evolution.
Change is growth. The seed of life before she becomes a flower. The wilting petal before she becomes the earth.

Change is beyond our grasp of control…
A force of the universe compelling us forward.
Hurdling us through space and time … the ride of a lifetime.
Still despite its inevitability we still fight its presence.
Suppressing the evolution of its nature. Denying her existence in order to preserve memories of the past.
The life of a seed, a time long since gone denying her true potential.

Why fight against the tide?
Why struggle and drown… suffocating the breath of evolution.
Embracing growth that is life.
Nurturing the soul that is existance.
Preserving that which can build us forward well releasing that which no longer serves us.
Change does not have to be a monster it can be sweet and comforting but only if you deny not her existence and embrace what she has to give.