I am angry. Sometimes, I am filled with a silent rage that I have been taught to squelch and as a spiritual being. Spiritual people are not supposed to exhibit anger. So I have been told. Our being is composed waves of energy and to be aware of these energies is empowering. To ignore them… Continue reading Celebrate Anger!
So we seek enlightenment; yet we search for it from outside sources, teachers that promise healing -crystals that may emit vibrations beyond our capacity and techniques that promise relief. Meanwhile, the source of healing begins within. I found this out having sought solace in the arms of other humans, in various healing courses and in… Continue reading Be your own Guru
Grateful “Sometimes, not always- I am a kaleidoscope – spirals of delight Other times, I’m a mutation of scorn -muted Sometimes, not always- I’m a brilliant carnival, thrilling explosive adventure Other times, a maddening implosion of negativity takes pleasure away Sometimes, not always , Gratitude is my King- I serve it and it serves me.… Continue reading Radiate
Should I shed a tear, it shall not be for love lost or having tripped over the cracks along the way in this journey of mine Should I shed a tear, it will be for injustice for those forced into present day slavery. Should I shed a tear, it’s that some choose ignorance or to look… Continue reading Tears
Should I shed a tear, it shall not be for love lost or having tripped over the cracks along the way in this journey of mine Should I shed a tear, it will be for injustice for those forced into present day slavery. Should I shed a tear, it’s that some choose ignorance or to look… Continue reading Tears For The Deserving
Note to self – I owe no apology for Authenticity I will be free from My demons by converting them to Art I will embrace my gifts- Versatile spurts of colorful delight and knowing the truth of Spirituality I will not call mistakes as upheaval but rather intense Experiments I will give my heart to… Continue reading Note To Self
“I once was a breath of fresh air in the stale nights I once was an enigmatic force vibrant, congruent hues I once was so many things past That the present remains a mystery. Now-now what? I’m a whisper at the dusk of dawn I am now dull sensations Incongruent inconsistency that is pedaling backwards to… Continue reading Essence