spill, spill me
my intoxicating friend
your dark red lipstick
smooches on my tongue
take me to warm valleys
and flowing rivers
gush and pull me
my cheeks as red as wine
burn my throat and make me sing
acid in my cheeks
together we must dine
as we drink
the last of the january wine

To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.

What runs the universe?

Wheel of Time.

What runs life?

Wheel of karma.

Wheel is the greatest invention of mankind.

As I revel
like a star
A revelation in the star
falls down
into my palm
It knows
the truth

My life is... wholesome bleeding creative
dynamics
sharpening the corners
printing color
poignantly defining every
formulating layer
to help me grow

Acrylic paints
On the surface
What’s inside?

Learning to lead with my heart my intuition
Redefined
Creating my truth

Embracing the flow
of empathy
For the unknown

I will Lead.
Because
I AM.

An unbroken home:
Flourishing everything over and under the moon.
Life is.. what you I make it.
What I make it.
And that is something I can own.
My life. I can make it.

“Growth is paramount to life and love“.

These are our lives.
So let’s protect them.

Let’s empower them
To be bold and to live
Extraordinary open windows

Love
Support
Hope
Truth
Faith
Humility
Courage
Mastery

And well-being.

Let us work on and towards
This is Reflective healing.

For this is (our) collective healing.