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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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Come with me into the expansive gift of poetry to experience a disruption of habitual ways of thinking and perceiving. The magic of poetry happens when it is spoken, heard and felt as vibrations in your body.
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This poem is in honor of Ezra, my second son, who leaves home this week to make his own way in the world, to follow his heart...
Much more than even so, SO much more than even... this kid, his heart, my heart... Go my wild sweet...held, beheld... emerge with widened wings... Two years ago my first son, Silas, left home. You can check out the Kahlil Gibran poem here: www.guideforconscioushealing.com/wild-words-poetry-blog/lifes-longing-for-itself
We cannot live without the night, gossamer veils of emptiness. The Goddess is black, but each pore of her body emits a rainbow. Motionless, she watches beyond care, yet flows like a river of healing. Doesn't dark energy circle us all like Mother Raven? Take root in your grief. That is where the sun is born. Ascend through a bolder falling. Her womb is immaculate silence. Her void is moist with stars. Yet she who cradles them all has become your breath. Haven't I told you there is wine in the void between thoughts, Joy and sorrow mingled in one cup? Now taste, and who knows if tonight you might not finally embrace the fierce beauty of your beaten heart? - Alfred K. LaMotte
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