Shadow work
Heal
the holes
to be
Whole
Poetic musings
Heal
the holes
to be
Whole
Water your soul
as if it were
a tree
breathing life
to all in its
space
with its leaves
always green
Poetry brings clarity
in a world filled
with insanity
Long time ago
a friendship was born
with a pen
whispered words
from worlds not seen
or heard, truth
Masked in metaphors
but it shines
bright blue
Pen weaved words
bringing comfort
to the soul
Because it will
get beaten down
and worn
Band aids can’t heal
bullet wounds, restoration
found in literary art
In solitude, pen proved
to be the greatest
of friends
Promised to be
loyal till it’s last
breath
Provided a root for
inner strength’s tree
to grow
Leaves of creativity
and hope
fountain flows.
Clearing channels
mind like a finely
tuned radio
pure thoughts
free flow
when you let
the mind
go.
breathe in life
the more
you will know
if you keep within
what no longer
serves, it begins
to own and poison
the soul.
Listen to the voice
the purest one from
the deepest parts
whispers crescendo
to music.
Look within to
the sage
hair of wisdom grey
He is you
You were him
together he became
she and she will be
him.
Connected
billions of soul
through single
flourescent
thread
you will find
yourself
at the end.
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from my heart to yours
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
River Dixon
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