Dark clouds of worry
traveled up Buddah's tummy, rummaging through his ribs to stir up his
heart before they flew from his lips. Fear Nothing. Like a graceful
explosion.
Transcend, the Matriarch showed me the sun. Bodies of
water full of beautiful birthing mothers with gentle hands. We float
like the frequencies in the air, there is no coincidence. This is all a
structured plan.
She sat on the dock and fed the koi neon colored insects that later grew into her own children.
The Sun sets on the Taurus Full Moon.
-Saree McClaran
Nov '11
