Call every ounce of your power back to you.
Hear the echoes of ancestral flesh and bone,
their wisdoms, their pains and their stories,
as they course through your blood -
a colour as rich as your zest...
I walk among the mixed trees in the small, shady forest.
The Earth is covered in snappy, old sticks and crunchy leaves
that call to me, “Come sit, and hear our stories”
The bold shapely rock holding s...
As I walk through the garden, the garden of life, I touch the sweet roses,
and twirl in delight. We play until darkness, they promise me love, but when the night falls, I see only stars above. My rose...
Monday is mellow. Mysterious and slow.
Tuesday is tough. Puts on a good show.
Wednesday is wisdom and Thursday's true love. Mid-week magic, see the stars above. Friday is fervor, and Saturday is soft,...
He held my hand and said I'd never have to walk alone again. I looked at him, my hair a mess, my body scarred from war, face smeared with dirt. I squeezed his soft hand, smiled and picked up my sword,...
The promise of tomorrow,
the gift of today.
That time is something borrowed
and nothing's here to stay.
Use your time here wisely
make every moment count.
Treat people kindly,
and eradicate self-doubt...