Goddess & Grace

When you are becoming the human you “dreamed” of, you were never dreaming at all. They were there all along before the world took pieces of it from you through experience.

Hurt breeds different versions for it comes through many faces.

I’m ready for the season of walking back into myself.

Filled with ecstatic love, the nature of goddess and grace.

Sweet, angelic steps amongst broken paths. Dancing around the flowers that grow in the cracks of pavement. Saving bees from bodies of water.

I wish to fly amongst the bats soaking in moonlight, cleaning my feet in flowing rivers. Natural, free, happy. When I see her, I really just see the deep truth of me.