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Month: May 2022

Posted on May 31, 2022June 1, 2022

Swallowed to Life: A Poetic Reflection

Circular. Circular. Around and Around.Five points shine bright without a sound. Whatever this means, enlighten my mind.Make me laugh until I cry with the influx of insight.Break me to make me one with everything surrounding. Create a new picture in me, one that leads through an epic journey.A new awakening this little Grove is reaching….

Posted on May 31, 2022May 31, 2022

Shadow Work Series

I see you. I am doing my best not to invest any energy.beginning to realize that’s only feeding the stagnancy…Skirting the edges of my reality. Never far away, always my periphery.I think we both know we can do better than this.Ah, the counterfeit. Come here you little bitch… So now. I must ask you, shadow…

Posted on May 31, 2022May 31, 2022

Shadow Work Series: A Poem

This pull grips my heart. It tugs. It tugs. It tugs.Until it bugs me that I can’t rest easy.Toss, turn, real scorching. Phantoms torch me. Until finally burning, I pull away from the sheets. Pacing. Thoughts racing. Retracing.deep breath. Tred. Dread. Spoon fed.Cold sweats. The transformation burns me.Bear down. Dig in. This is spiritual warfare…

Posted on May 30, 2022May 30, 2022

I step into the circle of light. Close my eyes and cross the line.I lay my heart out on the ground in front of me.Show me what I need to see, this place is safe for you to be.I breathe. Deeply. Waiting for the Deep to approach me. You told me to be like a…

Posted on May 29, 2022May 29, 2022

Poetry: Shadow Work

Man, Some days, these sensations haunt me. So many old and new memories. Fuzzy yet familiar things. Lockboxes, hidden away to this day, though I catch their scents in my day dreams. I close my eyes to find, I’m still digging.A million little holes marking motives I’ve dug into.This shadow is massive it contains the…

Posted on May 26, 2022May 26, 2022

Bear down. Bite in. Begin. I can only run as deep as these dams allow me.I came from a land of beavers. Personal symbolism. If I didn’t pay attention back then. I wouldn’t know to go within.If not for all the where I have been’s.If not for those versions of me taking their time,to see…

Posted on May 23, 2022May 23, 2022

A Short Story and Reflection: Oh, Rats!

“In other news, we have raging mice. Scientists are ‘really surprised’ after gene-editing experiment unexpectedly turns hamsters into hyper-aggressive bullies…” ** Maxwell laughed. He shook his head as the last of his espresso shot sputtered into his to-go mug. “Yeah, no one saw that experiment going horribly wrong.” He grumbled sarcasm leaking mercilessly through every…

Posted on May 18, 2022May 19, 2022

Poem of the Day: Magnified Lies

Magnified lies in my eyes, everywhere I look.Everyone seems to be reading into the same book.Full of rancid plotlines trying to bind themselves to mine insides… Not one of them is good. Not one divine. Warned before my time.Try me, so I don’t become like these.Examine my heart and mind, please! A fire kindles in…

Posted on May 17, 2022May 17, 2022

Ask and Receive. Eyes On Shanghai…

Listen. Do you hear the bell tolling?Ring. Ring. Ringing. Haunting. Taunting. Playing in violently with the thunder rolling.A great shaking is on the way, I can feel it mounting.Reminding me of the times in which I am living. I am many, and everything that anything is made of.Technically what’s in me is in everybody.How funny,…

Posted on May 15, 2022May 15, 2022

Meditation AAR: The Nature of Water

Mild currents. Eddies. swiveling banks. I find it amazing. Soft sweeping water snakes evermore making way. Selflessly they flow along to the greedy oceans and seas that drink so freely. A tether of pure goodness from roots to the bodies of salt they feed. So interesting to me. The dimensions this lesson reveals unweave my…

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