Snippets (3)

Spirit writes through me:

My pen,

Her calluses.

 

Intuition is

The cycle of death and

Rebirth.

If you never really leave,

Then mistakes don’t count!

 

My roses blow

In the wind

Of my certainness

 

I grounded tonight

In “I choose,”

Even as I sit here,

I can feel

My grounded self

Moving forward into my next step

Inexorable and

Frictionless.

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One Response to Snippets (3)

  1. Becca Givens says:

    Very nicely penned …

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