Monday, April 28, 2014


The wild dogs are there,
To bite away the parts
That no longer serve me. 
Each bite frees me from myself,
Until I am just the fire of spirit.
I rise from the ashes
Of a misguided past,
As a phoenix, reborn.

I am present.
I am aware.
I am a tree,
Whose roots reach deep into the earth.
My branches stretch up tall.
My leaves brush the heavens.
My core beats in time,
With Mother Earth.
Out heartbeats are the same.
I see through her eyes,
Each living thing,
Tinted with the hue of serenity.
Each flaw,
Makes us perfect.

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