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Unfiltered, unbounded, left out in the open to drown.

Raw, bruised and misplaced. Things are always changing and yet stay the same.

Darker than light and lighter than dark. She lives in extremes, she can’t trust herself.

Walking the line, unsure of why, because someone told her to. Told her to live this way.

Will paper give her recognition? Is she wasting her time. Time is an illusion. Just like her value.

Her value was made up, and it was taken away. Her definitions of herself have made her go astray. She wonders why she cannot focus. The smiles and frowns feel like the same lie.

She can’t be constant, expect for being inconsistent.

She is the joy of life, she is the down-poor.

She is trustworthy although she doesn’t trust herself.

She is a great lover but is hurt by your love. She can be thrown off by it, wanting to get up again.

She is sensitive while being numb. And she is courageous and she cower still.

She is the ultimate in paradox, feeling both extremes so close to one another.

She is powerful and yet so fragile. Like a heavy statue, that just needs to be knocked over.

It has knocked over, and it’s hard to get up.

She has gotten up many times, but this time is tough.

She is questioning how long her life will be this way.

She is wondering if she has lost the battle and dis not sure.

Is she worthy? Or is life worthy of her? She thinks about jumping out of life; what does it deserve?

How long must she fit into a society, that doesn’t understand her?

How long must she play the role that does not serve her.

Does she have to pay off her debts, or do anything.

She has lost her joy, to do just about anything.

Misted Forest



The wind erodes the muck so that the light Shines through

From one year ago “Om Nama Shivaya friends. I just experienced a yoga retreat that was 4 days of magic. No cell service, just a group of yogis having a beautiful time, a community built even stronger. In the hard times that followed, I remembered the love of life. We must feel the feelings suppressed, to let them go. So our hearts grow bigger until there is no more sorrow to hold.”


It seems my philosophy hasn’t changed. Our souls hold the Karmic knowledge, peace and pain of all it’s lives. As we give permission to feel we are able to release. Slowly but surely we throw away the dirt that clouds our divine light. Once the doors are open, we can let even more light in. Blossoming like the lotus in all it’s glory.

Misted Forest

Driving through the Fog

Driving on Hwy 101 in blanked fog,

is like waiting to collide into walls.

Until we see the back-lights,

we can’t help but feel anxious.

Decelerating but never stopping,

breath calming,

a slight red glow in the distance,

Hope is yet, not for those who folly.

Shine and blink,

Let yourself be seen,

You never know when you become the beacon,

for a fading light.