the ecopoetics workshop was LIT, y'all!
And another:
The life cycle of a tse the fly is fleeting
Worlds of wonder and mystery to discover
Is it ever time to spread your wings and fly
On another path to certain divinity
Fire in my belly feeds my soul and spurs me onward
1. Good morning. I love you 🥲
2. This was such a perfect prompt this morning. Thanks for sharing the magic 💜
The sun's rays beg me to look a little longer, and though I may go blind, I do as I am hidden
World-powering, self-devouring, harbingers of heat, light, sound pour over the horizon
Is it my place to question, to speculate
On your immanence?
Fire, have Mercy. We are your perpetual children.
I do as a I am bidden*
Without editing:
THE heat is sweltering
WORLD view is melting into what
IS wholely inconceivable
ON second thought, it is
FIRE and brimstone reality
Ooo I love them both. The first one feels like star light, and brings to mind fireflies in summertime.
The second one is HOT 🥵
And another:
The life cycle of a tse the fly is fleeting
Worlds of wonder and mystery to discover
Is it ever time to spread your wings and fly
On another path to certain divinity
Fire in my belly feeds my soul and spurs me onward
1. Good morning. I love you 🥲
2. This was such a perfect prompt this morning. Thanks for sharing the magic 💜
The sun's rays beg me to look a little longer, and though I may go blind, I do as I am hidden
World-powering, self-devouring, harbingers of heat, light, sound pour over the horizon
Is it my place to question, to speculate
On your immanence?
Fire, have Mercy. We are your perpetual children.
I do as a I am bidden*
Without editing:
THE heat is sweltering
WORLD view is melting into what
IS wholely inconceivable
ON second thought, it is
FIRE and brimstone reality
Ooo I love them both. The first one feels like star light, and brings to mind fireflies in summertime.
The second one is HOT 🥵