Inspiration swirls ’round
orange, yellow, and red.

Dropping from branches,
it sometimes lands
gentle, fluffy, and white.

While other times it splashes
boisterously through puddles
stomping its presence.

It slips in seamlessly
between my thoughts

And rains down my back
along with soap suds,
first poking my crown without thorns.

It pings and pongs
from my gut
through my heart
and out my fingers.

And whispers into the
back of my head
until I hear.

Suddenly with a deep inbreath,
a landscape once invisible
comes into diamond clear focus

And I am changed
once again.

About mariner2mother

I'm a mother of a creative 20 year old son, a former merchant ship's deck officer, and a wife. To feed my creative side I take photos. I am also Reiki attuned and am a student of Energy Healing, having used several healing modalities to work on myself and my family. My most recent adventure has me navigating a very challenging Kundalini Awakening.
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