i write his name on the inside of my dress until i forget my own tongue no symbol, no animal omen his name is my whole body red ribbons are too quick and tight to be undone wild roses too will surrender their frail bodies to the poseidon waters stars turned in and...
i guess i am part animal, part human a shape shifter a scent of vanilla a sensitive summerjust loving and loving and loving so what if at night i lay with a jaguar by my side? is that more strength than you can handlemore trust, more truth? ~ moonhold by Lubomira...
Love’s only destiny is to fulfill itself, and it always will, and it always does. “It was a day in March. Never, never begin a story this way when you write one. No opening could possibly be worse. It is unimaginative, flat, dry and likely to consist of...
If you are made more generous, more open, more kind, it is sacred – it is good love – it is your right way forward. When I think of what does living a purposeful and fulfilled life mean – I think of living life as a prayer. Prayer brings us into...
Many years ago I saw a card in a little store – painted on it was Jesus Christ in his robe, in our modern day holding a cell phone, asking a person on the street “Will you follow me?” He had only eight followers on social media. Initially I laughed...
