Lover of my Soul.

my beauties, we are moving closer to our sweet night.
Love is our answer, our gift,
Our collective work will make love live.
Art is powerfull.
But Love is Lord of All.

Anam Cara

a world of hardship,
her heart storm wrecked thrown accross lifes tidal landscapes
eaten by salt
beaten cooked and dried by thundering sun
moments of glory ridden emptiness drifting out n out n out
away

away.

Settled chaos
disaster circled
around truth
like
the serpent
coiling a tree

Here we find the seed
a token of bliss in the hereafter
the forever more
comfort revealed
tiny
present
there

heart beating
breathing
living
silence.