wildflowers

in autumn

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i feel
we can 
breathe
ourselves
in to
the holy land

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“The level of belonging that your soul is searching for is not a belonging that humans can give you. It’s a belonging that needs to happen in synchronization with other-than-human intelligences.” - the medium

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there are some wounds
so deep
only the tiniest
of wildflowers
can touch them

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“Those most recently deceased, most recently connected to your mother’s line, have become lost. There’s a lot of mental disassociation, a lot of losing of their sense of purpose through the mind.

Why? Because the healer component that lives within your mother’s line is connected to women and men that are seers, people that are able to host the information of the temporal dimension and the spiritual dimension at the same time, giving them an ability to exist in multiple energetic time zones at once…But there was a schism that happened, maybe six generations back, where that power to see was manipulated away from the realm of seeing and healing, and was used caused harm.” - the medium

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grievances
in my mother's
blood

reverberate
through the
generations

a ghost.

wholeness
can look
back

and give
an offering
to the hungry
ghost.

//motherhood

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we made a whisper
of purification.

then it rained
for four days
and nights

and washed away
all our footprints

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“The greatest Teaching of all leaves no trace. Like a bird flying through the sky.”

- Gangaji

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may the moon
extend her wisdom
this way

teaching me
to wax
and wane
with the sea

steady,
all year long

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“Grandmother Ocean comes to visit us in the Aspens. Go leave your offerings there.” - the Mara’ akame

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the journey.

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