now, tilling the ashes with soil,
smoke from the pyre permeates my clothes and hair
we are the message,
the meaning,
the way
and if one breaks ties,
as it happens everyday,
the entire web ripples with the unravelling
and the dream's enveloped in flames
and when many rest their perfect,
imperfect hands on the loom,
as they did today,
dreams are rewoven;
resurrected from the ash
backstage diary
this one's more intimate than my regular blog - if that’s possible ;) – you won’t really find updates here...just thoughts and experiences from along the way…and a spoken word joint or two. please comment me!
new entries posted every full moon!
mr. president
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lost girl find
the bill collectors started calling this week.
i sang for the first time in a month yesterday and wrote a new song.
it still felt right.
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my love
my love is a lifestyle. you live it. stand in it daily. it's in your face... not some ephemeral dream or fleeting lyric... safely relegated to somehow out of your reach, until you're ready, better, stronger... Love me today.
"...but first the stars must align"
please pray for our right moment.
phoenix light your flame
remember
Remember who we are.
"The world falls at Love's feet;
It kneels in awe of Love"
We have a choice:
Faith or fear.
That is the test.
"If we look for love courageously, it reveals itself...
And we wind up attracting even more"
w e n e e d a n i n t e r v e n t i o n.