Which kind of women do you choose to be. Is your cup half empty or overfull? Are you the women listening to the call from deep within, rooted and profound, coming from distant worlds and galaxies both seen and unseen. Have you evoked the race of your life the one against your own personal past? Have you … Continue reading Which kind of women do you choose to be?
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The choices of a warrior women
Here I sit in the silence of the early morning as the night melts into the new day. I see yesterday's warmth rising from the still waters meeting the coolness of the night, leaving clouds of condense hovering over the surface of the water. As I look ahead, there is the place that I have … Continue reading The choices of a warrior women
The fight
I have been fighting hallucinations of my parents past. Carrying projections of iridescent shadows weighing heavy on my shoulders. I have my very own armor to fight this war. Is this even my war? I ask. And then continue to fight against my own knowing forcefully expected. I must endure to exist as superficially there … Continue reading The fight
Keep Rising
Are you afraid of the dark? From where you came? There it hummed and zoomed as it metamorphized its electrical shock waves into perceptions body. Crack open your song and slither upwards to burst open magical rainbows. Move your arms, swing your hips and wiggle your toes. Howl to solidify your voice. Spread your translucent … Continue reading Keep Rising
The Acacia Tree 