Have you ever felt your heart cry, not a broken open sort of pain, more of a seeping, weeping, wringing out sob.
Eyes of my heart open, sensing, tentacles exposed in this world of whales beaching themselves, mass death on shore.
Vibrations reaching in and grabbing hold.
This water that you weave remembers and send impulses to awaken.
Whale pods lost and crying.
Maybe a sacrifice for the the worlds heart to open?
Water seeps out of the cracks in your scull as you remember the place you hold.
“Deep in my body my green heart turns and thinks of you” Sharon Olds
This opening of spiral waves, flowing up into collective consciousness and down into the earth vibration, remember your light.
See through this green heart.
Say a prayer today for the 70 year old tree that will be sacrificed for the safety of the house and human.
Yesterday its brother gave his life and the day before that two sisters transitioned from tree to wood.
Am I the only one who's green heart cry’s.
Feeling the loss of shadow, light and wind through leaves.
Choosing to feel green, to feel blue.
Today I choose to feel violet.
Feel that tickle, as violet as it reaches into the pain of my green heart.
Feel the tears that soothe like a feather stroking the inside of your arm.
Nothing else can soothes like the wave of violet.
Choose again stillness.
Step into the shower.
Open each cell into the vast, violet, timeless, spaceless rain.
Written January 18, 2016 Inspired by poem by Sharon Olds
Eyes of my heart open, sensing, tentacles exposed in this world of whales beaching themselves, mass death on shore.
Vibrations reaching in and grabbing hold.
This water that you weave remembers and send impulses to awaken.
Whale pods lost and crying.
Maybe a sacrifice for the the worlds heart to open?
Water seeps out of the cracks in your scull as you remember the place you hold.
“Deep in my body my green heart turns and thinks of you” Sharon Olds
This opening of spiral waves, flowing up into collective consciousness and down into the earth vibration, remember your light.
See through this green heart.
Say a prayer today for the 70 year old tree that will be sacrificed for the safety of the house and human.
Yesterday its brother gave his life and the day before that two sisters transitioned from tree to wood.
Am I the only one who's green heart cry’s.
Feeling the loss of shadow, light and wind through leaves.
Choosing to feel green, to feel blue.
Today I choose to feel violet.
Feel that tickle, as violet as it reaches into the pain of my green heart.
Feel the tears that soothe like a feather stroking the inside of your arm.
Nothing else can soothes like the wave of violet.
Choose again stillness.
Step into the shower.
Open each cell into the vast, violet, timeless, spaceless rain.
Written January 18, 2016 Inspired by poem by Sharon Olds
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