Another rock to add to the collection.
My pockets are getting heavy.
But they have become my only company.
Drove me to the oasis claiming sanctuary.
Drawing a circle in the ground around me.
Homeward bound as I fall to the dirt beneath.
Head down, I cling to the mother who birthed me.
Beg the silent sanctuary for Father to find me,
forming patterns unbecoming, a habit of burning bridges.
Ground the live wires in me, set my direction northward.
Turn my motion to perfect circles circulating
energy, ever building, to release and store as needed,
Lost in the desirability, the Ethereal nature of everything.
Like a menu when I’m starving, feed me things yet to be tasted by me,
Beauty and wonder, develop these tastes in me, show me the magic beneath.
Breadcrumbs amount to nothing, all parties deserve better interactions
but for me alone may I speak, and sow, I’m asking…
Sending seeds into the wind. Words infused with energy,
burning to release, the phoenix rising,
come be my everything, on all levels of the being I become through,
let me reflect like the sun, basking in my best.
Catching my breath in the beautiful imagery.
The birds and the bees buzz and sing more vividly.
My ears ring with the hum of the trees.
The forest reminds me, that I will always be
welcome within its walls, I feel the sensation bone deep.
Making sure my marrow knows we are loved and a spark of infinity.
For the time I am here, I am home, and the world inside is my kingdom,
as it is within, so without me, synchronicities lead me to peace,
knowing every feather is seen. The artist in me cherishes every new color that comes to me.
The storyteller is enamored by noble characteristics that can teach,
anything unique and authentic ignites this trait in me.
I can’t learn enough, and I keep each in my chest with my heartbeat