Chakra energy, Empathy, Healing, Hope, Miracles, New Paths, Pain, Regret

Forgiving

my heart, a black stone 

I forgave myself tonight

since I’m all that’s here

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Death, Family, Heartbreak, Marriage, Miracles, Pain, People, Regret

Night Two

Half of me
want you to stumble
in whatever condition
through the door
just so I know
you’re alive.

Half of me
wants to never see
you again in that state
and hopes you stay
far away because
you’re dead

Inside, I mean.
Your spirit has already
died, and all I can do now
is pray for a miracle
for a phoenix
for rebirth.

Beauty, Chakra energy, Courage, Empathy, Fun, Gratitude, Healing, Love, Miracles, New Paths, Truth

Daily Prompt: Free

I was asked to define “tantra” recently – here’s a much better answer than the one I gave, I think.

Cytherean Dreams

Daily Prompt: Morphing

Free

I free you.
When I love you, and
transmute the universal light
from heaven down
through energy spirals swirling
through the core of me
the heart and soul
and depths of me
and it flows out
through my hands
my third eye, my sacred
temple and into you
in rainbows bursting
born of ecstasy
and healing, cleansing
rebirth of you, from me,
I free you.
Free is love and tantric fire
and compassion and nurturing,
a shining silver connection.
I free you,
so you can be
amazing.

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Beauty, Chakra energy, Empathy, Family, Friends, Fun, Gratitude, Healing, Love, Miracles, Truth

Daily Prompt: Free

Daily Prompt: Morphing

Free

I free you.
When I love you, and
transmute the universal light
from heaven down
through energy spirals swirling
through the core of me
the heart and soul
and depths of me
and it flows out
through my hands
my third eye, my sacred
temple and into you
in rainbows bursting
born of ecstasy
and healing, cleansing
rebirth of you, from me,
I free you.
Free is love and tantric fire
and compassion and nurturing,
a shining silver connection.
I free you,
so you can be
amazing.

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Calendar

It’s there for anyone
to see, but I think
I’m the only person
who sees this year’s calendar
quite like this.
My day, when I was born,
this time is the birth
of the trees, too,
and a rebirth
for me, standing and reading
from our sacred scroll
for the first time with
my own ivory wrap,
and my family and home hosting
a celebration of women,
continuing into the night
with those who have helped me
throughout this lifetime.
Your day, when you were born,
this time is the day
when long ago, it was
a time of choosing, of committing
to love and taking on
the role of husband
with revelry lasting
through the night, on the sand
by firelight, ocean roaring.
And it’s my anniversary, too,
this time around,
three years since I returned
because you called me there,
finding myself in the words
heard once again, after
centuries of forgetting.
Two years since you wondered aloud
on that same day
how to know who truly cares
and who to trust
and I was there to hear it.
Breathtaking symmetry,
coinciding so coincidentally
again.