🎶 Lana Del Rey – Off to the Races * Pick Your Dream to Slip Within
Tag: spirituality
Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection
I wondered what I could give, somehow a little unsettled too; I’d wanted to give something to this author as she had brought me with her into that poetry cove awhile and has cared for me so tenderly with her poetry and presence. And then I saw these ending lines of hers from the introduction…… Continue reading Flowers of a Dream, An Affectionate Reflection
Today’s Funeral for The Calla Lilies
When I first got them The Calla Lilies breathed their last breath on the balcony as it is very likely they did not prefer this humid climate. They did not go without appreciation though; I set them to lie in peace in the forest in late morning on the other side of the fence not…… Continue reading Today’s Funeral for The Calla Lilies
It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession
I like to start with telling some of my deepest feelings this way, that I have a confession to make, and this is a confession of an aversion or uneasiness that I don’t have actual evidence as to why I feel this way. I am not trying to solve a mystery, I know that’s not…… Continue reading It Begins With An Aversion, My Confession
The Heart of Rumi
It was on my mind to read another poem by Rumi. I do have a confession, while I was recording it, I was afraid that it actually wasn’t truly a poem Rumi wrote, but I continued reading it anyway. While some authors have informed readers that some poems may be attributed to Rumi and not…… Continue reading The Heart of Rumi
Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
The moon has made its way into Aquarius, which was the sign May Ziadeh was born (who you have seen make a presence in the posts in the recent weeks; I let people and things be where they find themselves within my heart.) She was born on February 11, 1886, a hundred years before my…… Continue reading Wild Dreams, So Eager And Light
My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon
I stepped inside the bedroom with my glossy blue paper box designed with silhouettes of some elegant people and around them an ornate golden border. Inside the box, I store the only two surviving handwritten journals of mine, one from a few years gone that was very hard to read but is fine to be…… Continue reading My Full Moon Party for the Flower Moon
