Mayday notes

When feeling like digging deep into ground head down Stop all music In a quiet room, lay a different way Body distortion, body contortion Breathe, from tummy Earth yourself

Orange flood of light

Back in the time of Vishvamitra, Making love under the sunlight Your hand on my hand And an orange flood of light Warm hues in the sky, earth, and the seas Yellow mellow scents; orange blossoms and a crowd of marigolds A joining together type of feeling A trusting zen-like breathing  

Vacation time

Vacation time! Oh, where’re u gonna go? I’m just gonna lay down and stare

Just keep swimming

Hot air nags and tugs the burning skin. Just cut through all the nonsense and dive in. Power swim across this deceivingly peaceful shark tank. Plunge away from every little thing. Rinse away the pain and the anxiety. Motor your way through life. Just keep swimming. Swim for survival. Swim to breathe. Swim to finally

Ocean of Marigolds

She was born amidst an ocean of marigolds, unravelling herself within the golden globe