A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

No Strings

| April 19, 2011

Share I am a golden vessel A temple within which Love resides Complete Whole Strings attached to soul Pull me this way and that Jerk me away from living loved Distract from sharing love Obligations Expectations External forces Given power by fear Expectations and obligations Not met Formula not followed Shame projected I smile at [...]