incalescent
“People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.”
The girl is full of disappointment with the way things turned out.
Expectations snare the sweet tidings of the soul. She never wanted to take form through a bucket list. Creators of catalogues are too organized. The girl preferred to wander without aim. One can have intent without a clear ambition.
I am not yours to peruse when you feel lonely. I do not want to be the sitter of your suffering. I will send you indigo light from the center of my heart space. I will not give you my body or my time; I will provide you compassion and well wishes.
The key to a simple life, it would seem, is to witness the wounded children before the scent seeps in. Unlearning the language of trauma is an arduous process.
The girl arrived to strengthen her heart.
She leaves with a wistful hunger for what might have been— and the absolute knowledge of it never existing as what she’d hoped from initiation.
We are the wounded and the wild—the garden of spirits wants tending. The landscape relies on the architect. The girl envisions buds and bees, great frothy blossoms dripping nectar with horned stems and leaves the shape of a palm. She pictures fauna and fowl on the celestial wing, gathering iridescence in each breath.
Get clear on how you want to be treated and intend to engage.
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