My heart is torn in two, I find myself battling what I think I want vs what I need to do. To find myself and the places that have been misconstrued. I want to love me enough for the both of us, I want you to love you enough to strengthen the love I share back with you. I’m torn between staying in the comfort of knowing and the eagerness of the unknown. I’m torn between looking into your eyes everyday and chasing a new landscape. For someone who doesn’t like to be tied down to things you sure know how to make me wild for a night’s rest tucked against your warm body. I’m torn because I dont want to let you go, yet I feel that I must leave. You see I wish we could understand this feeling on a mutual level. Unhindered growth, new frequency tones, finding ourselves through the outward chaos that has been imposed.

I dont want to let you go but my soul aches for the unknown. The what if, the what could be, the destination without limitation to set my own soul free.

I’ve held myself back and now enough is enough, I’m choosing me for once, and you can have some when I’m done.

Holding space for other people’s actions…

It’s time all beings take responsibility and ownership for how they portray their reactions.

Let go of the way you thought you wanted things to be, your visions were brought forward so that you could see your abilities magistrate from simply just being, allow Spirit to work for your highest well being.

Imagine your heart open to receiving, the love that surrounds you is never ending

It was not up to you to carry others pain, let go of the patterns that caused you to forget your place.

Take pride in your actions and trust in one another.

When someone holds space for you, you pass it along to your sisters and brothers.

Sitting in the morning light under shading sunflower leaves

I look up to her, standing tall in a warrior like masculine energy

Reaching for pure light that will nourish her fibers, this mornings water strengthening her roots so she may stretch to higher spaces

I have come to love the familiarity of the wind blowing against my skin as bees hum the sound of the universe around joyfully

The warmth of the Southern Hemisphere filling my own fibers with the strength to carry on in growing

For when the waters return to the soil, my toes curl into the roots. Reaching my shoots toward the possibility of knowing something so much greater than you or I.

The cycles of life, changing of the seasons and hours of the day all have different meaning and reason.

So beauty stand tall in your fullness, show the colors you portray when your heart is open.

Fly high in the winds of change, listen to the birds cradling you in tender ways

Rabbits hopping from blackberry bush to bush, teaching you a message to not be afraid. Listen to the intuition you once have displaced.

Falling from the nest isn’t always easy but we overcome our fears by listening to the truth of our existence.

Born to fly, to see with minds eye, nestled in a view to overlook the grounds where sweet rabbits play.

We either fall victim to the natural cycles of life or focus on our intuition to point us in a direction of faith. We can always fly high and see what’s below one must first test their faith.

Trust in the prayer that will grace your fall and remember you could fly to see what’s in The world after all.

Ive practiced forgiveness since the day I realized my body held a temple

A place of solace, security and safety for my lover to rejoice in…

Forgiveness to the ones who took advantage of me, to the ones who thought they knew me through the pain.

I experienced the dark night of the soul as early as the blood came dripping from my delicate rose.

I now drip with forgiveness to my Father who couldn’t protect me, himself or my mother.

Forgiving was the nature of my voice when I felt confined in the hate, the mistrust, the in denial.

I fell into the gardens lush oblivion remembering she told me to return here anytime my boundaries begin to fall apart.

Remembering the truth of my existence, the truth of being a pure temple, the truth of all women.

The bees danced in gratitude for I didn’t realize my petals had bloomed, rooted to the Mother I choose to grow in faith that this temple may be restored by a love that waters with the sacred heart of the moon.

I spent months smelling the remnants of your sheets on his clothing. My intuition told me to leave but every part of me begged for the day he would truly fall in love with me. But he kept returning to what he knew. Not thinking of the way it would rip me apart at the seems. He didn’t think about the way my confidence would slither into the depths of burden and grief. I didn’t know I could lose someone who was alive. I didn’t know I could feel stabbed in the heart and still come out breathing. But I did. I conquered my fear of not being good enough for you. I wavered in the freedom of what it meant to discover myself.

You didn’t make me. Your truth became the catalyst for what I needed to remember to return home to my body. To my soul. My purpose.

I loved you through the pain of being ripped apart to see what kind of man you could prove yourself to be. I saw a light in you too bright to blow out, I could never be the one to diminish your fire. Oh how your fire burns so bright.

Passionate and dedicated to what you love. No wonder you couldn’t let her go, you love whole heartedly and letting go the one thing that loved you as much as I did meant you had to risk it all. Had to risk both of us.

I’m writing this in remembrance of the times we painstakingly disregarded our intuition to find solace in our bed. We masked the truth in our hearts because we couldn’t brave to let go of the only thing that made is really grow the fuck up.

I believed in you from the start. I honored you for who you could be, the truth in your highest self. I will not call myself a fool for believing in a love so young. But I will interpret my feelings as a sign that there is karmic bonds between you and I. There are karmic bonds between you and her. I cannot love you fully until you admit the truth you are so desperately hiding so that you dont lose the both of us.

I’m not mad at either of you, I have found my path to forgiveness. But I will not be held in the prison of my thoughts and emotions wondering if its possible this will happen again. If you two were meant to be. If you two will cross paths and the spark become alive. I don’t put energy on this subject for the sake of my own needs.i just wonder.

I know different people bring out different personalities within us, they reveal the aspects of self we have dismantled and hidden. So I wonder, did she prepare you for me. And now what am I preparing you for? How will you choose when the cords to which you are bound have not been cut loose.

Remaining calm in open waters

When the storm comes pouring over and the waves begin crashing

I will follow the holding of my breath into a space of internal freedom

watching the destruction from afar with a perspective of liberation within the sacred

Opening palms to the vibrational currents

Sinking deeper into a space of receptivity, awareness, surrender

Motioning with the crests and swells

Intertwining my cells

Sinking steady into a space of silence

When the storm comes I remain in this presence

Knowing my body cannot fight the tide, it cannot fight the shifts of the Moon

Floating is my choice

Riding the waves and swimming through the swells

Remaining calm in the storm from a place of choice to surrender

Believing in Great Spirit believing in myself

Mother Earth is here to hold me cradle me nurture me in her plentiful waters

Soon the storm will pass and we will realize how lucky we were to experience some of the utmost miraculous shifts of history of humanity of life

Purpose opens us to possibility

Surrender opens us to receptivity

Surrender to the purpose of each interaction

Be reminded of the purpose of each initiation

Guiding you within to the space of relaxation

Awakening with sudden movements

Jolting forward out of the illusion

Facing fears and unveiling mysteries

Each being living the truth within their story

We must know what truth means to us rooted at the core

The splendor of the now will reflect what great spirit has in store

Cleaning up house now means so much more

Oh great spirit can you hear us cry from up there

What do you see and do when we are tied in despair

There is truth within the force of guidance that surrounds us

We must decipher what it means to trust

Returning back to the beginning it all came down to trust in the truth of faith

For even when you can’t see the outcome will you persist with a smile upon your face

Love cannot be defeated it cannot be destroyed

Yet anything rooted in rotten soil will need to be plowed

Left untamed for a while to regrow it’s nutrient

Then when the return of water comes the vigor follows its constituent

In assembly with those of its kind

Continuing to grow in a true nature that’s encoded with the divine

Trusting that the Earth will provide the opportunity for freedom to grow every time