Author Archives: bluemoose13

We are the link between God and earth.

These, my darkest days. How much more can my heart take? Will it eventually stop feeling? Falling. Falling. Falling. There I go. And endless downhill ride through the funneling kaleidoscope of smeared memories, love, trauma, self talk, and inner wisdom. Lost, I am. Deep in the trees. They say new is good. Letting go, backwards,Continue reading “Depths of feel into gentility with self”

Well, when you say stuff sometimes I get magical little butterflies that dance in my body singing cute little adorable songs and it bubbles up in me joyfully like a rigorously shaken two litre of carbonated mineral water showering my entire being with a sensation of joy, being loved, actual real nurturing and support, andContinue reading “Oh sweet connection”

The depiction of science a method to be revealed Matters of heart a pressing matter In days all will be known Tonight, lay by the fire and allow it’s warmth into your heart That sweet heart. It’s soft in the middle. We can help you if you let us. Go to bed, say your prayer,Continue reading “Always with you”

Consider the energy and passion of doing for someone you deeply love. Now.. Consider the energy and passion of doing for someone you don’t deeply love. Now.. Consider when you deeply love yourself, what you do for you.

It is so nice outside. It is wonderful to have a Koi pond that I can just look at. It’s warm out, and I love that I can just come out here shorts and a T-shirt, bare feet, and just be comfortably. I love that it is late October, the sun is shining, there isContinue reading “Simplicity and self value”

The way the sunlight dances over the water and calls to me, a rhythmic dance of soft, lapping repetition. And as so, my heart echoes the pulse. Cooing like a baby in a cuddly cradle, as mother is there to give. I am hypnotized as my heart is restored.

The package is dazzling, bow just right. Every fold of the shiny paper just as I’d have it. I still haven’t opened it. The fantasy is better than knowing the contents.

The picture on my wall is perfect. You in the sun. Sometimes when I see you, it’s cloudy. I’m going back home to dream.

There was a sudden rush A feeling An exuberant tide that swept his countryside Heart pounding Skin thrush His sixth dimension unfurled the heavens which swept beneath his feet like a warm furnace after a long burning fire His hearts desire Heavens note The flag that still waves on the off shore boat He seesContinue reading “Tides”