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I Am
I am a tendril, in gentle unfurl,Emerging anew, in the dance of the world.Beneath my cover, a caterpillar lies,Tethered by silken threads, under vast skies. Wounded I stand, with scars etched deep,Yet fire within me stirs, awakening from sleep.I am the river, both fluid and free,Flowing over rocks, becoming what I will be. I nurture Continue reading
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Easter Sunday
Chocolate bunnies, a sweet delight,Await eager hands, in morning’s light.Children laugh as they run and play,Through meadows painted in hues of the day. Pastel eggs hide in grass so green,Each a sunrise, a hope to glean.Miniature miracles nestled with care,Waiting for seekers, a treasure to share. In the rising son, dew drops gleam bright,Illuminating rebirth, Continue reading
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Journeyer’s Plight: Haibun
The rainstorm swept through like a discordant melody, drenching the earth in silver sheets before fading into a gentle whisper, leaving behind glistening drops dancing down from the tree limbs. The curving path loomed in the distance, each muddy footstep leading deeper into the journey ahead. Jagged stones like stubborn sentinels, standing resolute against the Continue reading
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The Collection
I collect prayersSome are sweetSome are sourSome are dry leavesDrifting downTo crumble like brittle bonesI collect them allBitter and sweetAngry and gentleMelting and stingingA flurry of sleet and snowEach and every prayerOf Living and DyingHas a placeOn the mantleOf my soul ©️ 2023 Mother Wintermoon 🙏 Continue reading
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Message from Source: The Sacred Feminine
I long to bring peace to your troubled soul,I want to alleviate your suffering,I want to bring your hidden wounds,Into my light of healing. You will experience a powerful range of raw emotions,As you identify the source of each wound,Burning deep inside the core of your being. Do not despair,I will be there with you,Touching Continue reading
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My Heart is a Monk
My heart is a monk Finding alleyways of peace On the noisy streets Of a rowdy world I walk with you My unknown friend In the space of one heartbeat In the space of one Being In the streetlight of one moment Where I catch a glimpse Of your vagabond soul ©️2023 Mother Wintermoon 🙏 Continue reading
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Beacon of the Divine
You are a beacon of the Divine. Your knowledge simply needed to be rekindled, much like embers, buried in ashes, are revived into a vibrant flame. MW 🩶 Continue reading
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A Holy interlude
Green leaves heavy with dewdrops,The ground soft and wet,Fertile soil between my toes. Raw, naked, unraveling… I cleave the cleansing watersA pinpoint of joy and sorrowA fragment of dust and ashes A tree struck by lighteningIn this holy interlude between Living and dyingRenewing and entwiningThe moonlight softly whispering “ebb and flow.”©️ 2023 MW / Mother Wintermoon Continue reading
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Blessling
May the blessing of the soft, sweet rain be upon you— May all the little flowers in your spirit spring forth Continue reading
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Sandcastle Dreams
The sea speaks the love language of the moonThe moon arouses her tides, high and lowThe angry waves are lulled into a sleepy rollEchos of sandcastle dreamsHang in the mist shells and seaweed laughter and make-believe the warmth of the sun on her skinLife’s fleeting pleasures can last forever©️2023 Mother Wintermoon 🙏 Continue reading
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Tierra Madre
Thank you to every cherished reader and commenter that stops by for a visit with me, as I write my way through the wilderness of c-ptsd. Love is all…MW 🙏 I am the psalm of nature I am the rhythm of the sea I am the bloom of meadows I bring forth buds and seeds Continue reading
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SACRED SYNERGY: Message From Source
I am primordial knowledgeI am the universal QiI am potential I am potential transformed into a state of beingI am feminine and masculine energiesI am a tangible and intangible entity I am the perpetual processChanging from nothingness to existenceFrom existence to nothingnessEvery joy and sorrow is stored within meI am the integrated form of information Continue reading
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Like Plumes of Snow
I have returnedTo the place of knowingTo the place of unknowingWhat I have disownedI have returned To the place where I have reapedTo the place where I have sownTo the place where I listen for rhythmsThat resonate with my ownI have returned to the placeWhere the path is tangled and overgrownWhere the sun warms the Continue reading
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On a Lark: the Lark’s Nest
-A small depression- filled with grasses, roots, and hair Lined by small pebbles along its outer rim At daybreak she arises from her nest *In exaltation* From the base of a spiny cactus stem She knows my secret name And sings it as she ascends Sharp, trilling, whistling notes Mounting in pitch A prayer A Continue reading
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Grandmother Wintermoon: Short Story
Deep in the heart of a northern forest, there lived a woman known as Grandmother Wintermoon. She was a fierce protector of the land and a beloved friend to the woodland creatures. As the cold of winter set in, Grandmother Wintermoon would travel to the woodland villages, sharing her warmth with all who welcomed her. Continue reading
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Come Dance
Every child has known God,Not the God of names,Not the God of don’ts,Not the God who ever does Anything weird,But the God who knows only 4 words.And keeps repeating them, saying:“Come Dance with Me, come dance.” ~Hafiz I was, I am, I will be Your voice Your eyes Your hands Your feet Your ears Your Continue reading
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Quiet Places
Those of us who live in quiet places,Eavesdrop on leavesThe humming of beesThe rustling tree branches. Outside our window. panes Those of us who lost our way to ElysiumGet lost in the clickety-clack of the keyboardUnder a restless moonIn a room strewn. With words Falling Failing Whispering Scrambling for purchase ©️2023 Mother Wintermoon Continue reading
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Unravel Completely
The Sky shimmers — a shiny blue canopy of hopes and dreams, The moon beckonsAlluring and luminousEnticing lovers and thievesWrite a love letterPut it in your pocketBury it under the starsLet your prayers go free Unravel completely Let the cloudsSeep into Your Bones True fact: Rain cloudsAre only gray From below ©️ 2023 Continue reading
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Suburbia
Home sweet home Neat houses all in a row Faux gaslights imparting A soft, subtle glow Her house looks no different With its white shaded porch Yet evil lies in wait Behind the closed door In the shadow of privilege She cowers in fear Her cries at odds with the serene night air The red peonies she planted Are Continue reading
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