When death arises, there is no going back, no recycling what I have let go of.
I chose to eat the “forbidden” fruit
Fruit I have planted myself
I am the Creator and Destroyer of my own existence
I have died and traveled across the Universe stumbling at times as I Birth forth from my Power
I have planted my seeds and nourished them to fruition
The fruit is sweet and plentiful
Each day is my “Birth”day
I am Alive and Well and Open to
explore more gardens of Forbidden fruit.
The reverberation of my Soul calling forth I go deep in my cave, my dwelling Here I lay in silence, shivering from all that is old and stuck I discover, remember, listen, and am The Read more…