Poetry

The Call:
Come, open the window.
The siren song calls you

Step through the doorway
Your life’s dance awaits

Vision your future In the fire of the old ones
The winged ones beckon
Journey home


Limiting Beliefs Unlimited:
If I knew I would not be refused, I would tell you the truth of my heart.
If I knew I could not fail, I would unfurl my wings and take flight.
If I knew there were no limitations, I would dream into being these gifts;
a world bright with promise and wonder, a true surrender to bliss.


Trying to be Haiku:
soft brown silk implodes
into trembling steel. I am
ruined in ecstasy


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