Transformation in Taos, Part 1

She eased herself down on the same boulder that jutted out into the water, feeling the rush of the heat of the sun, the ice cold river, and the searing nostalgia that settled in fast. She had been here years before, at the beginning of a journey that has no end. She could always remember …

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Birds in Flight

There are birds inside of her today, joyfully lost in the forest of her long, soft hair. They flutter inside her belly, so happy, knowing they are privy to a sacred, sacred place. They sing their songs, which beam like sun rays from her pores, bathing her skin in the pleasure of their music A …

Dancer

(artwork: "Dancing Trees" by Igor Zenin) She has lost almost all of her clothing now and is resplendently revealed. She danced so violently last night that I thought she might snap, but she is stronger, more supported than before. As she stares from behind the last threads of orange she is illuminated by the sky- …