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Female, she who births generations She, who receives so little veneration For dedication that is unwavering She, who wo..

Her bones had grown weary No longer any use in the query Bubba, all of twenty-five When called upon- at the doorstep arrived Overweight an..

I am letting go of W o n d e r i n g Why you gave me no time To work up to good-bye Letting go of trying to figure ..

If We etched upon the earth A circle Summoned the guardians Of the sacred four corners Beseeched the god of the hunt ..

Some days my own demons decide it is time to haunt me. They hide in the shadows of my self, so I cannot find their origins or ..

In Windsor’sshadow beyond the castle walls Roads twisting serpentine eternal seemed Tudor homes fastidious and proud Gardens crafted ..

To be a boat across the waters When the monsoon drowns and the wind crushes To be Love In a world starving from loneliness To be as co..

I have died many deaths in this life A passage~a chapter~comes and goes And at the close Of an era There is a death of sor..

When I was a young girl I dreamed of the day Someone would hold my hand And Love me Because they knew I Wa..

One Of Us Unity Hidden from sight Individuation the illusion Separateness procures the confusion The illusion Of other Back to One On..