nature, pagan, Poetry, spiritual

bit by bit

I pulled the card

not knowing

just desperate

seeking the answers to unasked questions

Lotus guru


like dance

Smiling as she colorfully unfurls

I didn’t feel it then

the weight

of petals

pulling themselves delicately apart

It’s hard work

being gentle

letting go

unraveling to reveal hidden glories

Happening silently


bit by bit

until nothing is left but undoing

Thrusting vulnerability



giving all to possibilities

Spreading wide open



willing to fall completely apart

And watching myself fall

bit by bit

beautiful peices

collapsing back into myself

An act of violence

this blooming

this undoing

itself cannot be undone

Yet these dead petals


become more

feeding the blooms of tomorrows

Poetry, spiritual

Dark Moon Meditations, Part I: Snaps

Stillness amidst chaos
A black hole’s gaping mouth
Whispering to a lover
Feeling the need to run out
Glimpsing Divine mundane
Making a passionate plea
Promises unable to keep
Stranded, far from the sea
When thirst becomes pain
How it feels to boldface lie
Why soul purges by crying
What’s heard as one dies