through the river

Sunday, November 10, 2019




i always like to center my text.

thought i'd share that.

instrumental music playlist of haunting sounds of the past fill my ears

finding myself

again

in this state of who am i

why did i get lost

doesn't really matter why to me

but getting back to me

very important.

i also always put a space between my sentences.

this space is a little bigger than i'd do if i were writing on an actual page

but this is the format blogger gives me unless i go in and tweak it

apparently the space isn't too much for me.

i do need my own space

a time without interruption

without 

just me


I watch the incense slowly smolder down

never rushing

plants don't rush to open

the just open when they need to

god why don't i just think about nature more

what would nature do

that is what i should learn from

that is who i will learn from

nature.

I'm learning to live with my long hair

adapt to less

want less

change my perspective

what do i need

strip the misc bs away

what calls to me




when i arrive at a river

who is on the other side

who is by my side

do i want someone by my side

which direction do i want to take on the river

cross it

up stream

down stream

stay where i am

stay in the river

hover above it

through it



Through it.

her

long and glowing hair

the brightest and iciest blue eyes

slender and strong fingers

Hanz & Dahlia are my tether.

I trust her.

my protector too.

he is there also.

darkness.

i go through the river

because i need growth

i am a flower thriving in moonlight

a dandelion

laced in dewy moonlight

my roots are deep

i am strong

adaptable

eager to be comfortable

feel love

be love

quick to hurt

quick to forgive

not forget

but i do move forward

with trust

keeping my identity

the light

the good

the patient

the understanding

the forgiveness

the comfort

the beauty

STRONG


I AM MOONLIGHT

I AM A DANDELION

I nurture

I grow

I change

I connect with a few

I learn by listening to nature and my gut



I've been on this earth for almost forty years

Don't let them slip away

Be




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