soil of the soul speaks in flowers

bullfighting & teasing the calm center of madness

chasing our tail & why letting go is the answer….

an unimagined life & surrendering to the raised eyebrow

awakening, drifting in & out from the edge; being in the deep blue

to dwell, to abide, to inhabit…a shell, a home, a soul…

flames of divinity blazing in pure color

can’t hide from kitsch, drama & thorns….

down to the beach & under the deep

painting the moon & the phases of intent

water’s profound ability to ground & reflect…

those little buds are coming ’round…finding spring…

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