I shattered the glass

the one I was holding on to.

Took a fast turn against the flow of my river.

Found a brand new place..

a place with new creatures.

Adapting slowly,

growing quickly-

into who I will be next...

free.

Strawberries

amidst the green

muddy prints

of bunny feet

around the bend and out of sight

the garden that the wild has claimed

I cum best to beautiful gardens

with acoustic music

To sunshine on my face

To the dripping icicles

in the glorious Light

It is holy

Like pre cum on the tip

Like dew drops on leaves on a misty morning

Like milk of Life from my breasts

co-creators and conductors of Life we are..

I cum best to the symphony that is Life

To give is to receive

Not just to take

but

to be a part of It.

I can't imagine evil prospering

where there is Love.

..have you ever tried to put your fingers perfectly together?

fit them against each-other so that the curves fit into each-other?

like the continents' edges would fit as one?

it can't be achieved

by holding your fingers straight against each-other

they must be curved in, at an angle

if you put both hands together

it all makes a small bowl

if you let water fall into it

the waters form a heart shape

whether You tilt the hands forward or backward....

..there, the waters will over flow

full

but,

disoriented.

magma,

searching

release.

uncomfortable,

in the

expansion -

yet it MUST let out.

winter

roots

remember

cocoon

butterflies

rest

dance

flow

I am not afraid

Your name was chosen for who You already were

I am not afraid

it was all supposed to go this way

and to what end I cannot say

I know one day it will be obvious

not in my life time

but in many decades to come

I am not afraid of "wrong" things

all the paths end at the right place

every random moment

is the intended letter

the story is already one of victory

to shatter the glass

the one I am holding on to

move forward, in new lessons

to flow

through my own river

unapologetically, alone

to be

sometimes I get upset

and wish a grand path was clearly set

before me

and at times it seems

like all the growth I seek

results in mediocre and meek

I am not amazing at a thing…

But

maybe it is not one path

or the mastering of one class

maybe it is the many colors of my heart

that set me apart

under the willow leaves

branches swaying in the warm breeze

locks caressing my skin

energy that goes through me

the plums on the trees surrounding are a vibrant purple-rose

pleasure for my eyes

round and supple hanging

as if calling to be devoured

the sun star above radiates its energy to me

my eyes absorb it like a current

waves of power flow through me

gentle, wet, pliable grass

softly caresses

cooling me and balancing the energy coursing through

all my cells vibrate

all my waters flow

wires of hair connect me

the universe holds me ...

orgasmic