Sunday, March 1, 2015

revist last year posts

Those who try to tame lions...
Bare no witness to just how brightly a Phoenix burns.
You've been masticated before reaching my profound nest of iridescent feathers, placed in circular mandalas.
Maps. Trails. A soft aroma of burning embers.
She preens, while her once wind swept mane was tousled, she has grown wings.
So vibrant, you may find yourself too mesmerized to realize, your reaching hands have caught fire.
Tame...
Hardly.
Never.

The cards have spoken.
In sporadic gestures. 7 cards, adding up the 223, a laugh, a lifted brow, and the song of intuition. One more card... 11.
Light. Reborn, renewed as the Phoenix... And a new life to carry.
Awaken.

January 5, 2014Opal eggs. Bubbles.
The planetary shifts are like contractions during labor. Breathe and release, breathe and release.
We all come out covered in a film of confusion, A hull from our mothers womb.

Placenta trees, vein branches, it takes someone very brave to see the real beauty that is life.
Breathe and release.
Oh, hatchlings, damp feathers and huge translucent eyes.
We fall from nests too soon. Mother knows best. {{Moth}}er.

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