Parked my car, woman In the next car, sobbing. I Want to comfort, can’t.
Tag: psychic
Gates of Life
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
Beyond
I’m wholly other. Here but not really here. I’m Nothing you’d expect.
Goibniu
Hairy hands, broadly Built blacksmith, craftsman, barrel Chested, devoted Husband to Laura. Of the Tuatha de Danaan. All was green forest. “Patience,” he counsels. “For
The Deluge
Overcome I amBuoyed up in a current ofMagnetism, I Tingle with its force.So much, I struggle to holdMy feet on the ground. Shuttles forward andBackward
Amor Fati
All of this happened Before, will happen again. I see the writing On the wall. It says, “You might as well enjoy it.” I embrace
Melodramatic Physician 