Held

New moon poetry shorts

My spine melts, I lean back ..

I can breathe, deeply, luxuriously ..

I finally feel the textures of my heart, it cracks and melts open like a scorched marshmallow..

ready to be felt, ready to be heard.

My north star, my guiding light, you never steer me wrong.

Connected in pure radiance, in an ocean of calm truth .. I come back again and again..

its all I truly know.