What is life without victory and victory without life? We all recall Paul, Peter, James, and John, but who remembers the woman that dies before Jesus Christ. A lover I have yet to know. A full womb I have yet to hold. And yet my life is still heavy with birthing pains… please hold on to my memory and remember my pains.
With precision you hit every spot that I’ve missed….I’m a biter so I nibble on you. That’s why I sat down alone at this table set for two.
Step on up your time is about to be respun.
To skirt around the edges of your teeth awaiting our
reloaded ambition into the slingshot projection of next year’s vision.
To dive in and carry the tools set out for healing your emotions, to learn to swim in the deep blue ocean. Doing the work to restore whatever has been broken. Amazed to find as you dive deeper into your subconscious emotions, you will still feel the warmth of the rays as you explore the depths of your ocean.
Circumstantially blind, still searching for entry to the other side.
Attached to the scent of the Devine feminine womb, you can’t re-enter mines, longing to be reborn through time.
They think I’m a lost little kitten, who’s lost her mittens, beaten by the wind, but that’s a BigContradiction to what their actually seeing.
I’m a physician not a magic magician, my head is sound and I’ve always been anchored to the ground.
Tears must have begun to fall down, but God fixed his crown.
Do you see God and his quick hands, in the midst of the crowd?
Like honey, hot sauce, oil and vinegar, you know the right mixture to concur our fears.
Grace has been given throughout the years….