He unknots my wyrd. Shifts me—cleanses my web. Reminds me to smile through the tears.
Where emotion meets spirit, reflections that surface from the deep.
He unknots my wyrd. Shifts me—cleanses my web. Reminds me to smile through the tears.
Penance flowers into grace, into wisdom— where pain and bliss entwine
She touches my mind— the sacred cocoon formed of sweet wishes. She initiates my liquid metamorphosis.
Bats stream from my tear ducts, scattering across my cheeks—staining me in His mischief. I smile through ancient tears as confession lifts me, and I wear them as my crown.
Guided from inner realm to present, I learn what it is to be truly cared for, not left to spiral or punished for falling.
Rough like boulder rock, smoothed by a kiss—bare skin to skin—until His wings inspire my heart to sing.
Sometimes mistakes are the wisest of teachers.
Rest in sweet caramel of the mind and heart.
Songs that penetrate the heart like flame, raw and vulnerable.
My hands pulsed with the life of the workings, layer by layer unraveling.