to ride the wind
like a whirligig
in the browning
stage of life…to
spin adrift on
the vortex of one’s
own imagining, having
snapped free from
the tip of rooted
branches that burrow
deep into the heart…to
drift to earth only to
split asunder…and
when all seems
lost, to explode
into rooting tendrils
reaching deep
deep, deep…
sometimes one
must abandon
everything…
surrender in free
dizzy-ing fall,
to find home.
kat 2015





July 18th, 2015 at 11:17 am
Did you write this for me? (And others who are going through letting go and transformation). So exquisite! Must share!!!
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July 18th, 2015 at 11:24 am
Yes indeed I did Christine! Blessings on your journey! ❤️
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July 18th, 2015 at 12:36 pm
❤
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