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Illusions

"I do not exist to impress the world." Richard Bach, Illusions

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The moon dances behind a windswept tree.


Waking up in the middle of the night looking through my van window, the stars as bright as they have ever been, waiting to say hello. Tulip purrs as she wakes in her basket. Back to rest.

Again we wake as the sun is rising and not one, but two rainbows glow above the distant horizon. This moment brought me so much joy and gratitude that I danced in the scent and drops of the first rain. What a beautiful and generous reminder to show up and life will be right there with you.


Returning home...

I feel a sense of joy and hope where just yesterday there was fear, divine homesickness and sadness. Movement comes alive in me and I feel inspiration and life move through me as the rhythms move me through emotion and life.


I must dance.

I must write.

there is nothing else I can do in this moment.

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Dancing through emotions

Rising like a feather with the tide

Falling harder every time I tried

Rhythm speaks to bliss and death

Welcome movement

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.


Freedom is what my soul desires

My divine home

Remember me

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.


Dis-ease and bewilderment

Broken limbs and broken dreams

Nostalgic for the light.

Rhythm pounding on the door,

If only I could touch the sky!

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.


Guilty flight

Grounded and wise

Corrupted sight

We must all go home

We must all remember the light.


Where wings can only reach

Remind me what still we’re made of

Reflections of self within every other

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.


Inspiration flows

where to even begin?

Home is where the soul flies

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.


Dragonflies greet you

day dream sunrise.

Breathe your soul into the wind

keeping the promise to always return.


Let the grace of the wind

heal your broken spirit and human wounds.

Heal my breath

of the illusions of humanity.




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