a soul vortex.
Components of pain,
roles, titles, job descriptions,
value added by duties silently performed,
waiting for a future, saying yes,
this is what I want,
without particular pain in the wait,
praying for interventions outside,
there is no rescue, the way out is in,
explaining reality through an ego designed for individuality.
Love fuels co-creation, funnels created
in swirls of glittery dust
we lean into the need
asking creates instant frequency
resonance is fleeting
mourning deaths, mini to macro
chaos teaches us who we are
adversity builds walls, climbing,
protecting fragile love filled muscles
transcribing who we are
according to the story survived.
Growing whole humans is hard
in a fragmented hologram
time a construct of observational science,
slavery for shape-sifters.
At the waters edge
toes digging into ancient space particles,
light penetrates my rusty crown
highest self opening
flooding the core with
feather-light buttery strength
telling a new story.
Calling to the watch tower
ready to spin the wheel
this cheesecloth soul
hand-less heart at the wheel,
daughter of the storm
with ash washed feet
do you dare to self-master your keep?
I’m working on new stuff…later in the day when I have more time I will post pictures of the new painting…it’s called Madonna in the Lotus Garden. You can see the current progress pictures in the social media links 🙂 —–> right over there.
Love always, HA! <3