Age & Wisdom = Old Souls Freed

Silver~
“How many years of beauty do I have left?
she asks me.
How many more do you want?
Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.
When you are 80 years old
and your beauty rises in ways
your cells cannot even imagine now
and your wild bones grow luminous and
ripe, having carried the weight
of a passionate life.
When your hair is aflame
with winter
and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving
sewn into
the corners of your eyes
and your children come home
to find their own history
in your face.
When you know what it feels like to fail
ferociously
and have gained the
capacity
to rise and rise and rise again.
When you can make your tea
on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon
and still have a song in your heart
Queen owl wings beating
beneath the cotton of your sweater.
Because your beauty began there
beneath the sweater and the skin,
remember?
This is when I will take you
into my arms and coo
YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING
you’ve come so far.
I see you.
Your beauty is breathtaking.”
~ Jeannette Encinias

Change , via knowledge

I prayed for Change, so I changed my mind.
 I prayed for Guidance and learned to trust myself.
 I prayed for Happiness and realized I am not my ego.
 I prayed for Peace and learned to accept others unconditionally….
 I prayed for Abundance and realized my doubt kept it out.
 I prayed for Wealth and realized it is my health.
 I prayed for a Miracle and realized I AM the Miracle.
 I prayed for a Soul mate and realized I am the One.
 I prayed for LOVE and realized it’s always knocking, but I have to allow it in…
 ~Jackson Kiddard

Dream Your Dreams

“Dream your dreams

of riches to keep.

Long lost lives

you have so deep.

Help that you offer

at night it is true.

Loving again lovers

you once knew.

Seeing the light

of a thousand stars.

You are brighter

and fly by far

places you know

and ones you don’t,

when you sleep at night,

or what you think at most.

A life you live

where you never sleep.

Only the body

feels this to be.

But the soul is always

and forever in time,

more than you imagine

and living its own life

at night when all

in the heavens see

the spark so true –

the soul traveling the night skies,

as dream-time comes to you.”

Purple Rain Healing

The Power Of Common Words by Judith Anderson 1993

The Power Of Common Words

I am called lady, smile sweetly, be nice, cross legs , tighten ass.

I am called hag, smell of cunty sweat , spot cloths , persist hairy

I am called woman , prattle softly , marry a man, do The expected.

I am called silly , giggle , cry easily , listen well, act vulnerable.

I am called bitch , know what’s right , speak directly , stay specific.

I am called penis envy, assume , assume a businesslike attitude ,

be assertive.

I am called invitation , eat a solo dinner, walk alone in a park.

I am called a victim , encounter difficulties , live hurt , wish for

mercy.

I am calling led mother , offer nurturance , give acceptance ,

remain loving.

I am called a whore , howl in orgasm , fierce in heat , appear sexy.

I am called witch , delight in thunderstorms , exist as a catalyst .

I am called stupid , give birth to sons , daughters, kiss tiny fingers .

I am called old lady , hold visions of years , bear gifts for generations .

Judith Anderson .

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