Stop
The sacred isn’t anywhere else. Stop. Be aimless There. There it is. The sacred is eluctably yours. ©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Texture
In my dream I could feel Earthlife’s texture, its weave like a warm shawl of wool both smooth and rough...
Well-Being
Since I am not yet without a body, this happiness that comes to me must be physical. Safety and comfort...
For the Girlchildren
I am grieving for the girlchild who wanted to be noticed who wanted to be loved I grieve for her...
