The Rise and The Fall

I allow alone
to teach me
To show me
To heal me
To gift me

Gifts.....
New windows
New walls
The triumph of
rises
after the
falls

Opportunity
Clarity
Planning

Metamorphosis

I, cocooned
Tightly
wound within the 
tunnels of
time

Be coming...

Winged wonder
emerging
in the Spring
Post peace of
the binding fibers
of the healing
compression
of
time

Metamorphosis

Emergence from
the
windowed
bind of the
walls of
the
chrysalis.....

Sprung free...
the inner
nexus of wisdom
Re-birthed

Gifts.....
A newborn life 
without
windows 
without
walls
Bathed in the rise
of the daily light
Owning the beauty
of
the set of the
sun in her
blessed
nightly 
fall.....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R5QH3bGF4uU

Realitrees

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Shatter the leaf curtain covered picture window
Kick down the walls painted with trees
Time to reassemble the relay, I know
I am heading to the stillness of my realitrees

I'm taking my mojo on the road
The minstrel shaman.... the truth to birth
Into the woods to disassemble the lies told
Assisting you in owning your true worth

Soon, I share my time face to face
With clients monthly in the sacred woods
We will transcend all time and engage all space
And release the shouldn'ts and shoulds

The first caravan leaves in later September
Join me ...your vibrational reality we uncover
First you forget, so you can fully remember
Deep on the wooded path the truth you will discover

join me
let me gift you
with the wisdom of the wind
filtering your song of
truth
through the limbs and fingers of the trees....
held for so long
they gladly loosen their grasp
where your truth is whispered in the breeze

The realitrees know...
they are ready to 
celebrate you home
and sing you
into
the
vibration
you
are

Why?

Loneliness envelopes her as she sits in the dark
Why is she alone?
No one comes to engage in conversation
Why is she alone?
Her tasks and chores complete
Why is she alone?
Never moving far from her corner
Why is she alone?
Choices have no value for her now
Why is she alone?
Memories are now more bitter than sweet
Why is she alone?
She is alone, she is not alive
Why does she choose this existence?
Why?