The Cerebration Of Us

I dance around the memories of the We that you use to be. We melted into a sculpture to be rested in heaven. A yin yang counting eleven and eleven. A wild fire burning from the heart in me. Not even the water from my eyes could wash away the flames at your feet. Your ghost whisper sweet falsities to materialize it’s perversion through me. But We decided that your spirit is still sweet. Ideas of forests with my yang I could see. Not every psychic is pure and no psychic can always see. Truth is stranger than fiction. Possibly stranger than the fiction laid upon me. Every human dies. Every human bleeds. Legacy is of grave importance. Power escapes as we breathe. In truth I stood. Tip toed serenely. In strength I stand with love everlasting 

In My Tree,

Owl

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Continuing Forward (updated)

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I will continue on my path. Someone that I knew was leaving, has finally exited. I told them it would happen. His actions spoke very loud. I knew it would happen. I still love this person as a human. But I must keep going forward. From the first day, he made sure that his actions kept our situationship unofficial. I told him that he was my lesson. He seemed to take offense to it. I was just speaking from an inner knowing. I was abandoned as a child so I know the traits and signs. His signs were the typical ones you receive. The departure happened some time ago, but I’m finally able to write (type) about it. The way that I began healing this time around was new to me. I’m very happy that I’m able to heal. I feel that a void has been filled by him leaving I realized that I lost myself. Now I have “her” back. I’m relieved that I survived my bad habit. I finally feel that I kicked my gullible trait to the curb for good. I held on to that gullible feeling. And though I slid down the slope, I caught a branch. Whew! It did hurt at first, immensely. If you’re wondering, I continued with the situationship to see if I was correct about the situation and the person I was dealing with. I also wanted to know if I was correct about myself. 

I was.

In My Tree,

Owl

At This Point, With This View.

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I am grateful for what I have and what I’ve learned. Most days I’m happy now. Lately, I’ve been letting Nature take its course. I cannot and should not force anyone to stay in my life. I also should not fear losing anyone, especially if I’m gaining pieces of myself in return. This puzzle of mine, I put together with intense focus. Recently, I’ve noticed that a few people in my life will be exiting at this stage. It is a sacrifice I thought long and hard over. I am prepared and ready to make it.

I am at a place of peace and passion. I know that I have options. I do not have to follow anyone. I don’t need to bend to another person’s will. I have choices. 

YOU HAVE CHOICES 

Anyone out there who feels as though they’re going through the motions, or maybe you feel that you are always doing what you are told and it depresses you, I want to help you to remove that conditioning. Lift your veil. You are enough. Maybe you’re in a dead end relationship or a dead end job. I’ve been through both countless of times. Maybe you feel controlled and enslaved by religion, maybe you’re looking to join a religion. Either way you have choices. There are options. Sit and think deeply. Write, make several plans to find a way out. But the first step is KNOWING that you can get out. Experience, experiment, and explore. That’s a motto I created for myself to remind myself of life’s capabilities and how I should approach it. And I’m sharing it with you. I love you šŸŒšŸŒšŸŒŽ.

In My Tree,

Owl

Let’s Chat Over Drinks

You know, to spill our guts. Lately, I’ve been feeling the need to talk. Let me tell you all of a very recent night by the river in the south with a lemon martini.

FYI: I’m open to responses. I’d like a conversation to grow at some point.

Do you ever stop midway while doing something and have a moment of epiphany? This is what happened the night at the Mississippi River. There I sat with my sister and her friend. Discussing taboo subjects. And it occurred to me how many people have exit from my life.

I’m not offended. I was, however, worried. Will I be left with no one to talk to? I’m on this journey learning how to connect with people. That’s one of the reasons I’m here typing to everyone who reads this. Ok, so I’ve found myself and I’m coming into my own. My question is: Is this normal?


In My Tree,

Owl

My Wolf

My wolf drinks whiskey

As I rub amber into his coat

His claws pierce my back

He watches my tongue lick his fur

Now look at this wild creature

He caught my majestic scent

I caught his heaviness

When he touched my within

Come here my consort

Your mate screams your name

If you do not feed me from yourself

Severed dolls will lay around me

Give me back that land under the moon

So I may shine light into your eyes

Iā€™m searching through your windows

Curiosity.

Demise?


Poem by Keota Picou