Journey to Your Deepest Self

I am a Tree

And old. Fierce wind whips  ‘round me, loosens and scatters the dried leaves of weary, winter fears and leaves me almost naked.   Everyone, anyone can see me!   No full-grown leaves of modesty to cover my blemishes, the turn of my limbs, my knobby wrists and elbows. My begging arms, my ancient, grounded roots apparent.   I tremble, springing with the rush of air. Shake with the dread of being judged  too...read more

My Little Girl

My little girl likes candy, My little girl likes sweets, My little girl wants a ‘dandy’, My little girl weeps. My little girl is a museum piece, My little girl likes goats, My little girl rides alone, My little girl chokes. My little girl is a beauty, My little girl wins the prize, My little girl is a nature lover, My little girls’ the right size. Big and little, strong and weak, Lonely for love...read more
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