Wholier than thou has ever been

No more broken pieces to reassemble
 or wounded wings to carry forward , that will never fly again.

Those days are gone.

You stand before me , on your own two feet ,
living your dreams, with a full heart .

I stand whole with or with out you . . .
 Here on my own two feet , living my dreams . .  .

I am complete. .



Lark

Unfolding

In the quite of the morning ,
my senses awaken
 from the site and scent of Autumn .
 Decaying leaves that smell of
  apples and cinnimon in the sun.

Warm crimson and ambers reach inside me
 and invoke soulful memories.

A force of holness fills me, as if the Universe was channeling through me , all of it's Yin and Yang.

 Melancholy , Bliss , appreciation , clarity . . .
 and the rememberance . . .  like the leaves ,
 all things must pass .

Though the beauty
 and richness of our experience lives on .

 Some perfect flower emerges from the ashes of our sorrows.       
Some new thought , some new revelation is born
 out of going to the very core of our selves.

 Our own deep well springs forth with the manifestations
 of all that we have asked for ,
sometimes surprising us with something all together different ,
 all together better . . .  than what we ever could have imagined.






  Lark

Autumn

Summer 2011 , Lake Louise