We Find Our Way
Also by Reyna Biddy
I Love My Love
A Psalm for Us
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for umi.
you matter the most to me.
who you become in this life
who you were before you got here
how i can best assist you to reach
your next destination. so i start with
love, as always. you are in safe hands.
i trust you, do you trust me?
you are a reflection
of everything
i’ve ever loved.
and everyone who’s ever
meant the world to me.
my soul mate. it’s nice
to meet you again.
contents
open
student things
help me sing
master lessons
in this life
off course
in tune
new age
the sun
before it’s too late
new dawn
spirit message
what holds us?
go blind
see through
the fool
divine timing
let the bells ring
clarity
beauty to me is faith.
bitter truth
something tells me
and beyond
nectar of life
funny like that
do you promise?
light work
miscarriage
spirit says
my old lady
good woman
i receive it
someone else
scorpio moon
blessedness
forgive me
lotus
wheel of fortune
Grandma Theresa
tourism
and so
be patient with
your journey.
antibodies
May 27th 2020
circle back
void of course
in general
tables turn
what power
butterflies
good thing
get lucky
envy
saying grace
sunday blues
my fault
summer time
spirit guide
be kind to your elders
fate calls on us
universe
to be continued
silly me
not today,
not tomorrow
pour out
when you purge
florida waters
meeting joy
tribe
new visitors
make peace
in waves
spring cleaning
honey child
good grief
clockwork
join me
forever more
dead weight
see you
we
find
our
way.
OPEN
The melancholy of my life seems to be well balanced with the breeding of joy; whether i am to be on the giving or receiving end. I’m compelled to produce a love that’s intimate, between you and I. The uncertainty of my life has become humorous. Mocking even. Followed by signs, lights, numbers, wind, water, birds—I surrender. I am holy. I am magic. I affirm it to be true. When it’s my time to work, I have no choice. When it’s my turn to pour, I give myself. I recognize the obligations set on my life, I must search for the truth, then tell it. I understand the responsibilities that come with the gift of believing. Sometimes it’s easier to be a fool. One might believe, when you live in the unknown you keep your sanity—your soul even. I’ve made a contract with spirit. I understand what’s expected of me. Voice, laughter, song. To stay aware, and alive, is no easy task. This world wasn’t groomed for survival. We show ourselves, then we disappear, only to be reborn again. But to whose jurisdiction? Human? I’ve grown tired of human shit. I’d like to choose my heaven, and settle in. Our return mustn’t be so redundant. How dreadful to start over . . . and over and over again. I spread myself thin, if it means i’ll be rewarded.