Used to be

we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

i used to be a romantic she says as the smoke curls around her head

dead hearted

hollow chested

echoing words

listening quietly i try not to swat at the smoke

understanding that this feeling that she is feeling just needs time and healing

i join her in her darkness with my tiny light

hold my hand i say

don’t start that goofy holistic shit says my dead hearted friend

this makes me laugh and she half smiles

hand still outstretched

she takes it

tears stream down her face as she ashes into the potted plants

holding hands we sit side by side crisscross applesauce at the back of the room

Weed Wacker Spectacular

If it does not support your growth, cut that shit off.

Then identify and nurture what does.

Give thanks for both.

If it supports your growth, water it with love so that it will expand and expand and expand and expand…

Be kind to your mind.

Unconditionally.

There is more to me than the skin I see.

When I remember to forget all of my identities the ecstasy that is forever appears.

More accepting

More forgiving

More forgetting

In the ecstasy that is forever, there is always more and more.

Swan diving into the soul of strangers she found they weren’t strange at all; cut from the same cosmic cloth they are.

She stood in the graveyard of her identities.

You watch her not realizing they are watching you

Protected and connected by the seen and unseen

You watch him not realizing they are watching you

Protected and connected by the seen and unseen

Today’s Mantra: I’ve got Angels- I am safe.