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She fell backwards into anonymity

Unreachable (to some)

Unidentifiable (mask on)

Slightly traceable ( she never hid)

Who she is doesn’t matter

Who she isn’t doesn’t matter either

She was sent here for a purpose

The drama and the bullshit – not it

God whispered instructions into her right ear

Clear and realigned it was time

Angels surrounded her -even on the dark days

Especially on dark days

She said thank you one more time

And fell backwards into anonymity

Divine Moving & Shaking

We move in silence

Not pressed to tell people our plans

Because we’ve already told them to God

Taking time to align our selves with energy that uplifts and hardcore ignoring anything else

Life is too short to be responding to the dumb shit

So we don’t – mostly- still human

We move in silence

Never pressed to tell people our plans

Because we’ve already told them to God

We move in silence

September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

Helm of the heart

Slightly overwhelmed she let her heart take the helm

No more resisting all the unknowing

Falling softly into another realm

Heart at the helm

Falling slowly into the realization that this too shall past

Clarity flows through her

A cleansing wave of reality

Resilience sparkles on her skin

Heart at the helm

Releasing overwhelm

As heavenly help arrives

The heart knows who to call

Heart at the helm

No more overwhelm

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Title: La Nuit Venitienne (1913)

Midnight Mauraderin’ for everyone/ every one

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJZJqlexc40&list=PLWbfSrjgisO8TZxuJcd1Q4xeeH8zUsPM2

https://music.apple.com/us/album/midnight/265670545?i=265670570

”Just drop us a pin.”

they pulled up in the dead of night with love and empathy for everyone

night work

light work

God sent

hell-bent on making you remember that you are heaven-sent

built for more you are

one of God’s brilliant stars

cosmically created

you are enough

they pulled up in the dead of night with love and empathy for every one

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