indieHealer

Percolating in the distance

I wonder as I wander…

Creative being, hear me cry my dreams

At night

When we see peace in the minds eye 

But feel the burning violence in the heart-

is it passion that desires to break free?

Then break this spine, fire fuel the intensity of this awakening heartbeat

And let the love strings burn

Root

Fly away

Drip down slowly and Erode the mountain side of discontent and the drumming beat of maladaptive inferiority.

We are the power that undulates the night sky.

The stars which sing the melodic lullaby,

And the sun rays which burn brightly behind the horizons and the rivers flume-

May those suggested tonalities of indifference formulate liminal pathways of a deeper intuitive existence.

When all galactic genetic codes triumph in the softest crevices of a queer bodies quiet plight,

May we know creation in all its forms; without judgment inside heartfelt raging contemplative delight.