55 words

i am
whisked
through the mouth
of an iris
my entire being
in one breath
fluid, present, 
beautiful, one

i am
shattered
by a bead
of rain
my entire being
in one drop
awake, cleansed,
fragile, one

i am
woven
through an army
of oaks
my entire being
in one breath
tall, strong,
alive, one.


Words count. These seemingly random posts write themselves right through me, sometimes it's poetry, sometimes a thought, always pure guidance. It's also a really beautiful side effect of developing your intuition and getting super-comfortable in the NOW. Join me on the Field Trip and I'll show you how.