My first Grandchild Joseph's daughter
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As One
As ONE...
Moments swallow me up,
Unveiled, I cry like a mother wolf
Fire burning in the midst of my words
A broken branch falls in the dark
An echo comes back uncensored,
Unknown, silence gathers like fog
My feet not touching the ground,
It pulls me down
Forces me to spiral to the core of my Being...
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Tears fall from the heavens
For what is lost,
For what it can be...
Uncharted my journey
Lost in myself
I speak without words
I listen to a pain that can't me measured
Time breaks me down
Distance scrapes my bones
My Soul sees in the horizon
The magnitude of what was created...
A fire that must burn
All that keeps us far from the truth
Far from who we truly are
As ONE...
Unveiled, I cry like a mother wolf
Fire burning in the midst of my words
A broken branch falls in the dark
An echo comes back uncensored,
Unknown, silence gathers like fog
My feet not touching the ground,
It pulls me down
Forces me to spiral to the core of my Being...
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Tears fall from the heavens
For what is lost,
For what it can be...
Uncharted my journey
Lost in myself
I speak without words
I listen to a pain that can't me measured
Time breaks me down
Distance scrapes my bones
My Soul sees in the horizon
The magnitude of what was created...
A fire that must burn
All that keeps us far from the truth
Far from who we truly are
As ONE...
Unbound Love,
~Corina Luna Dea~
~Corina Luna Dea~
I Return
I return to the beating of my Heart,
the place of feminine knowing
where the maps have all burned away
and this sacred
moment
rises to receive me
the place of feminine knowing
where the maps have all burned away
and this sacred
moment
rises to receive me
I am nourished and whole,
embraced by the Beloved within
nothing to add
no where to get to
just a gentle remembering
embraced by the Beloved within
nothing to add
no where to get to
just a gentle remembering
The soft interior invites me in,
I slip easily between worlds
in a silky release beyond
time and space
I breathe
I notice
I slip easily between worlds
in a silky release beyond
time and space
I breathe
I notice
it is not me doing the breathing
Changes
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.
by Anatole France
Monday, December 15, 2014
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