Belly of a Star

my practice of compassion


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I am but syllable broken

Into sound

Sound broken

Into memory

A retiring present


Distant shadow lands


Cloaked in thought

‘Cross flickering flame

Of ivory light

Of birthed droplets


Golden foundation


Of Him

In merriment ways

Bent past the hourglass

Into inwoven eternal

I please Him


Leaping into my weeping

Tempered with compassion

And solidified doubt

Faith unraveled twice

Fortified in humble adobe

Brave winged essence


Thy vessel takes courage from thine


As seedling plucked and planted

Scattered amongst the violet midst

Of who was and what was


Still yet to be




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