Latest Stories
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Love is...
I regret my inability to overcome the pain of all my disappointments. So I try to live without expectation and there by maintain a threadbare existence. To simply live and to simply give. To look beyond the story of suffering into the truth of love and all the joy that is contained in the overwhelming currents of intimate connection. The story of Shama is the story of myself. The story of the peaceful goddess who exploded into a myriad of pieces and somehow each piece found itself and grew itself a new whole until the old reflection was no longer broken. But complete and unified in its own power. For itself, by itself, this is the nature of my soul. And if you are its reflection than yours too. For I am as timeless as the history of cosmic motion. Universe without beginning and without end. I call upon your higher self to trust again. To suspend all beliefs and concepts and simply trust in the unfathomable depths of each living breath. For it is in the breath that true being emerges. All else is just the containment and therefore sacred only in so far as it reveals the core.
By Crystal Pearl9 years ago in Poets
The Good Witch
In an instant I knew where I was! The heat, the screams, oh damned be all. They sent me to the wrong place. I'm the good witch and was supposed to stay in purgatory to aid in the transition of the other fairies and witch goddess's to move freely threw this life to the next. Oh damned be,surely not me, the one who strived to do all things right! Now look at me all hot and sweaty, but with ease did I go and always to know thine enemy when a witch ye are!
By thomas coriell9 years ago in Poets
