Somewhere in the woods beyond the frog-song is a cow with a bell.
Out there, beyond the veil, beneath the sunset and crippled trees, lie my dreams.
Once said, promises wind their wanting through the muck and beyond my past.
Mushrooms grow in fairy rings and sing of magic beings and toxic things.
Creeks of forgotten fears flow out of sight and dry beds of doubt shrivel and crack.
Oceans of promise, undulating under clouds of security, beckoning naked swimmers to drown.
Hope is the mist rising on a lake of longing, clearing the fog-dense leftovers of nonsense.
Undoing the undone, Love strikes a chord in heart stories, the pendulum swings and heralds a new dawn.
Copyright © 2017, ArtemisOnFire
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Successful entrepreneur, mother of two, lover of Self, maker of magick!
Spiritually raw and vulnerable. I've traveled the world, well parts, with much more to see. Mined the deepest depths of grief, the field of infinite possibilities and sometimes visit that thin veil beyond space and time.
A lover of love with no lover, an always hopeful heart and loads of great stories to share on the path to --the one--. A writer of poetry, inspiration and whatever else sparks the imagination to guide us both to living whole-heartedly.
Follow me down the rabbit hole, let's drink the intoxicating elixir of life, discover our true selves, our passions, desires and most of all, THE MAGICK! The magick inside that is uniquely you, uniquely me. The juicy mojo-magick that takes us from living ordinary and opens us to the extraordinary!
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Just so beautiful!
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😊 thank you very much my friend 🙏🏼
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Nice article
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Thank you!
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