Memories.

Outside, sat an old oak tree

Gnarled and twisty as can be

I hugged him for good luck and

sat under the crooked branches during the storms

He smiled when the rain pelted his leaves

Enjoying the earthy water from the clouds

A blessing, it was!

To watch the old oak tree absorb

the essence of life and revitalize

Its leaves birthed bright green

Its trunk richly brown and healthy as the wet soil

During winter, he grew old again,

Angry and resentful with no leaves to hide the scars

I still sat there though with roots under my bottom

I still whispered my secrets through the hollow hole of his trunk

and giggled at my echo.

He was sad,

missing the presence of the boy who used to sit upon his largest branch

The one with the laugh as warm as the sun rays in May

My brother, who loved the tree fiercely,

Now watched us from another branch,

somewhere deep in the sky.

Dear Monday,

Happy New Moon

It was so beautiful,

The tale the moon told the stars

Of how the Universe separated her from

Her love

For if they were to be together,

The world would be no more

She told them that the day would come

For them to be one

When time and space cease to exist

They would be together

resting on the clouds,

absorbing the silence

And the stars sighed with longing

For they could feel her yearning for him,

The Sun

Sangre.

He offered me a glass of red wine that smelled of stale berries. I turned my head to refuse his offer but he grabbed my chin in a steel grip to keep me still. My eyes welled with tears as he pried my mouth open and poured the wine down my throat. It was thick as syrup and tasted like metal. Something was off. I panicked and began coughing up the substance. He laughed then smiled darkly, as he swiped the juice from my chin and sucked it off his fingers.

“Something wrong?” He asked.

“Is that….blood?” I asked, feeling my stomach roll.

“Of course, dear. What else would it be?”

Happy Halloween!

Pain is beauty.

Take off the mask

Let the blood drip and spill

to reveal the diamonds inside

and show a reflection of the internal beauty

read your stars to me

then scream out loud

Let go. Fall.

Then fly.

Dream Series: Volume 2

“Are you psychic?”

“No, just highly intuitive. My dreams tell me things, I think. It’s hard to explain.”

“Try. Tell me about your most recent dream.”

“Well, it was gray outside and the sky had an odd blue tint to it. I was standing outside on some random street with my friends standing nearby. It started to rain heavily. When I  looked behind me I saw a massive 100 ft wave, towering over all of us. Scared to death, I ran into the nearest house and shut the door. When I opened the door back up a moment later, the water was up to the top of the house and my friends were stuck in the water, frightened and in a state of shock. It was disturbing to say the least. The next day, I saw the news about the hurricane coming.”

“What does that mean?”

“That we angered her, mother nature. And this is when she gets revenge. I think she was warning me.”

Pretty Bird.

Pretty Bird

I’m envious of your view

How high can you fly without breathing?

Or does your inhalation lift you higher?

I wish I had wings

I’d soar higher than the clouds

and wave to the airplanes.

I’d fly right above the water and let the mist spray my energy

Pretty Bird,

Do you ever sleep?

Or do you burst through the rose colored clouds at sunset

and let the energetic current flow within you?

I would.

Pretty Bird,

I’d like to switch places.

You can stay anchored to the Earth

and I will glide through the sky.

I believe we’ll all have wings someday and

fly into freedom.

I wonder what that feels like,

I hope you’ll tell me your secrets one day,

Pretty Bird.

Dream Series: Volume 1

Dear Diary,

I had the dream again.

This time I was in my bathroom and it was huge, about twice its normal size. And I was dancing with a bunch of strangers. We were having a legit party in the bathroom and it grew larger as people kept running in. It felt liberating and real but also bizarre. There was something clearly off about the whole thing. And then I saw him.

My great-grandpa. He appeared, saying something that I could not quite make out. His lips moved but no sound came from him. It was strange, seeing how he died 4 years ago in his sleep. I wasn’t able to see him before it happened but we were very close. So I wasn’t afraid when I saw his spirit but I was alarmed and curious. What was he doing there?

I thought maybe my mind conjured him up from a memory. It’s hard to explain but I believe that when I dream my mind travels from the earthly plane to a different realm created by my subconscious. The realm is like an alternate universe with different memories from my past meshed together. So each night,  my subconscious literally astral projects into its own created dream world. And last night, my grandpa came to visit me there.

It’s strange, yes, but I love the mystery of it all.

Happy Autumn.

I’m naked most of the time.

Watching the birds sing,

Watching the trees sway to the breath of mother nature

Watching the colors bleed onto the leaves

Watching the sun spill its aura to paint the sky rose and orange

We are alike,

Growing. Expanding.

Rising then descending quietly.

I am she.

And she is me.

Together, we represent the sacred beauty of the Earth.

Photo Credit: @urbansocietyy

Goodnight, all.