Let the Shaper Shape
I should be changing the world one inner voice keeps saying but I seemed to decide some time ago to let the world change me,
I should be changing the world one inner voice keeps saying but I seemed to decide some time ago to let the world change me,
I feel it in my bones, the depth of my gut; healing taking hold, pushing out the poison burrowed in the marrow, stealing summer fat
In a nest inside my heart a tiny bird lives, peeping out to the world, ready to fly into the unmarked sky. Who I’ll be
We leave under bare trees, the crunch of frozen ground startling the birds, reminding us again of the long way to go down the old
Alone in the dark I greet the morning hidden from the world, praying to the silence to move my will with the shapeless intent of