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Naked Truth

Roots beneath dark soil sprout and rise to meet the sun; yearnings come to light. What was meant to be finds voice and form to exist and claim its birthright.

Roots beneath dark soil
sprout and rise to meet the sun;
yearnings come to light.
What was meant to be
finds voice and form to exist
and claim its birthright.

Lila

The seat of desire is the womb of creation, bringing heart to life. It’s through nature’s play, we express our inner most, giving form to voice. Carefree and playful by right, the true self rises to birth the soul’s art

The seat of desire
is the womb of creation,
bringing heart to life.
It’s through nature’s play,
we express our inner most,
giving form to voice.
Carefree and playful
by right, the true self rises
to birth the soul’s art

Dying Voice

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A sliver of ice

can chill a soul of motion,

and she speaks no more.

Only In The Silence

Only in the silence

do I hear that faint whisper,

the one that hums

beneath the roar of the river,

the one that strums

between the rustles of the wind.

Only in the silence

do I feel that gentle nudge,

the one that tugs

at the wings of my soul,

the one that hugs

around the beating of my heart.

Only in the silence

do I see that dream,

the one that hides

in the dark hours of the night,

the one that resides

in the marrow of my bones.

Only in the silence

do I taste the miracle,

the one that lives

in the ancient salt of unshed tears,

the one that gives

when there is nothing left inside.

Only in the silence

do I smell the hope,

the one that lifts

the fallen man with steps,

the one that gifts

the thirsty with living water.

Only in the silence

am I awakened to the sacred.

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