AS ABOVE SO DOWN UNDER

    "Let the Heavens move you,"  comes like the wind  ( through, the will "oh"s )

"there is Nothing...more for you to do."

yesterday my mother told me she is leaving me
her wedding rings

 plus her brownie recipe

( that is to die for )

 today in the letting go of my fodder
saved for creating

( without a passing in mind )

it came to me that i am
still creating
a life of inspiration

real eyes sing:
i am addicted

to wonder, with The Mother

coming as my fix


love you got