Twist, curl, coil, wander;
boisterous energy rise;
wisdom, love-joy, teach
one square mile
Life has a funny way of being life sometimes. It twists; it curls, coils and we wander. I twist, I curl, I coil, and I wander. Tomorrow, I will be; I whisper. Oh Mary!
I do stand afflicted by the whipping scars; scars of now; made of me.
I do stand breathing it in. I stand breathing it deep. I stand exhaling; I sit in this exhale. Mary’s wind of blue; my wind of me.
Empties my bones; opens my heart. Scourge, no lashes; love-action made of us.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower