Meet me in the liminal

✨ meet yourself in the cosmos of your self reverence. boast the awe of your being. you are magnificent in your transmution. alchemist medicine, the innate map of your bones.meet yourself in the cosmic undertow, the ethereal liminal, ride that mystical, galactic shamans wave passed the galaxies and constructs of reality you once considered HomeContinue reading “Meet me in the liminal”

Bridges & Becoming

still figuring things out –from the burned bridges to the smokey treaded waters,born fruit of the shores of transmution;from the torn up grounds to the shredded air I could breatheto this place of color, sun bathed, Gods eternal kiss,eyes open, I rest in thisI pray for the bridgesI pray for youthe undertow bares solaceand headwatersContinue reading “Bridges & Becoming”

colors and intervals of grief

oh honey, the many shades of grief arrive in blue and grey, and I’ve seen grief make it’s way into the vibrant pink, purple, and orange by end of day. it does not count on time nor space it simply finds it’s way to you, and swells the deep of your heart, unbearable to ignore,Continue reading “colors and intervals of grief”