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)

Black Leather Verses

She pulled her black leather converses from the back of her closet.

She dusted them off and turned them over in her hands as she thought about where they had been.

She thought about where she was at this moment and where she wanted to go.

“Book the flight.” they seemed to say.

She was- but not at this moment.

Here and now she put them on and took a walk through her neighborhood and reveled in her own vibrations.

Stack Stack Stack

Pack Pack Pack

Writer’s Note: Alexa play Window Seat by my Auntie

Also: This is not about coming to see you. Goofy.