Your lifestream is energy–monitor where that energy flows….to the New creation, rather than the old.~Sandra Walter
In the morning, wet grass imparts wisdom
to bare feet. Dark clouds. And now smoke has come,
assails. Follow scents, open dank places.
Heart-song gut-led walk out of the laces
I’ve bound myself in servitude to those
conspicuous in fear rigamarole.
Pitiful they seek my strength, then suck dry
until imbalanced I pace under skies
promising adventure once I release
the old, create new songs with energy
flowing through love. This portal is a squeeze,
a birth canal. I must push through somehow.