Myriad Of Words

A myriad of words could be written today Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards I will never cease the art of writing Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about: The liminal spaces who cannot speak The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen Our earth mother who cares so much for all Our innate everlasting worth that can at times feel depleted or small I channel endless words and my senses express I welcome the all encompassing I honor the ebbs and flows The metaphorical deaths that transform and morph I witness my consciousness ponder And hope to surround others in auric fields of love and light