we each have a path. it twists and winds and spills forth. intertwining with other trails. at times easily swept into the draining effort of comparison. her leaves are thicker. his fruit more vibrant. but those false values hold one back. limit the growth of our own grove. for this journey is our own. sacred. and ripe for every unique bloom.
she’s blended background. tangled twisted metal. unsorted and lost. trapped in restless lack of energy. depression. shoots from the shadows. piercing the remnants of golden hours. skewering those caught in its steely trail. she sinks. further from the day. into a lackluster night. not quite despair. limbo. she knows dawn will come. but this hour she’s a silhouette. begging for light.
were you lost. in the madness of mundane. here we forget. and manifest. this way. to that sacred space. a path twists ahead. join us. the coquettish dreamers tiptoeing through provocative vines. we whisper desires. seedlings that root and flourish in the mystic. adding depth to our play. as we find enchantment. and each other. in a labyrinth of golden cascades.
abundance adorns itself in simplicity. smiles exchanged by passing strangers. spontaneous hip rocks to unheard tunes. blowing seeds of hope to future dreams. these tiny gems glow on the lengthy necklace of life. link together in a dazzling display. a brilliant peacefulness. complete. where one feels grateful to harbor health. content to live fully. and find excitement when wishes come alive.
renewed vitality. bursting from bushes viridis. i am on the prowl. ready to pounce. consume. absorb. devour the vastness before me. with every pursuit a chance of hidden pitfalls. threatening my advance. but adapt to the shifting soot underneath my dexterous paws. and the want to hunt will continue. enamored by the charm and magic of sinking in to new prey.
when the world keeps asking you to attend. function. yet sickness has settled. necessary measures are taken. wrap in fierce fleece. gather the tissue fodder. plot pills. all to combat the mucus onslaught. the foggy battle of microscopic gooey soldiers that keeps raging on. blotting out days. consuming. warping hours. where pillows become time machines. and health a sought after ration.
sight lines shift. flowing with the moodiness from life’s erratic nature. hazy one day and brilliantly clear the next. but that horizon. that glow. she is a constant. an energy. a source to tap into. run. dance. soar untethered into. soak every succulent sip of those unrivaled perfectly full days. and hope the next sundown is met with the same intensity.
one foot apprehensively treads before the other. weight is shifted. on to unpredictable planks. the world ahead refocuses. a filter of nerves shades the scene. anxious and excitement bottled under bridges on tracks unknown. entering newness. journeys are walked initially alone. but potential social discoveries populate the path. gaining momentum. forward. awash in a sense of wonder. but mostly nervousness reigns.
with the end of summer drawing near. the sun setting minutes earlier each day. and cooler currents whipping in. a vacay was in order. successfully hijacked this guy (sorry twitterverse for causing such a scare 😉 grabbed essential holiday tools: bundles of yarn, bikini, an adventurous attitude. and relaxed for the last days of the season before the real world takes over.
the sways and sashays of dizzying dying days of summer. heated moments resulting in pendulum moods. that swing from bloated boredom to glowing elation. and twirl back for another round of emotional roulette. where senses are winners. and in the glowing breeze of august. against the crashing contrast. i feel buoyant. airy. swept into the embers of this season’s tumultuous flame.