a breath for fear

my weight is more than my skin will carry. my body shakes with vibration; a pulsing unknown newness brews. my heart is blood and fire and wet and hot. tears stand guard protecting the precious sight of truth. ready to guard/ready to fight forward. attacking with rivulets of sorrow and pain. Built of stone, now remains only flesh and bone.  alive with curious desire.
freed from fear only by the grace of light’s love – breath precious breath. Being breathed. attune to Source. feel… feel and be. alive and free.


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