After the darkness, we rise
morning musings collection
Gentle, my soul.
Light kisses the earth
and again,
we are here,
pulsing
breathing
chasing
dreaming
hoping
bleeding
feeling forward one soft step at a time.
Each step smooths the masks away,
softens faces shaped by fear.
In the empty spaces rise comfort and restitution
with the hopeful echoes of lifetimes
spent rising and falling with the tide.
When the light sinks out of view,
the darkness becomes fertile.
The wet warm earth of all that buries us
cracks our shells in two.
We are left soft and bare,
exposed to the microbiome of metamorphosis
and the light reaches down to find us
to let us know
there is another way through.
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Eden's Visceral Opus
Mother | Wild Woman | Creative Explorer
Visceral Opus is a raw collection of the music, musings, stories and embodiment explorations that I manage to extract from my chaotic brain and bring into form.
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