Your hands hold roses always in a way that reaching Far to me, when I hide, doubt, and fail to believing. And when I rise, trembling under lunar and her verdant veil, the effervescent and rainless wind blows off the ancient well, awakes my flaccid face and tears up those terrifying speeches, I feel my… Continue reading Your Hands Hold Roses
Tag: feminine poetry
Meet Me When….
Meet me when you have rested; Meet me when you have watered the seed of loving-kindness in you; Meet me when you have confronted your fear, embraced your suffering; Meet you when you have cared for the wounded child in you. *** Meet me when you have let go the devil of pride; Meet me… Continue reading Meet Me When….
The Modern Etiquette 