I’ll be my own redemption.
I’m not broken.
I’ll be my own redemption.
I’m not broken.
New Jersey gets it right. Every single time. She sends me this song reminder in my inbox and I am reminded by it’s play on almost every radio station in the Bay over the last few months that yes, He’s at it again. And I believe.
Forgive me for I know not
These wounds I lick alone
My pride died long ago
When will you be home
Redwoods call I can hear
Howling, cascading trickling
Ferns and the moist soil
Splendor of what once never was
Gasping bewildered never again
Heartache soothed by Her
I have my bed, balcony, kitchen table at home where I spend most of my time doing meditation and spiritual work. I have my car, feet (walking) and yoga where my body is traveling in other realms and shape shifting into a new form. And I have my phone, computer and iPod where my technology angels are assisting me with the transfer from the technology age to the Age of Aquarius.
LIBERATION
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