Bearing Fruit Invocation
The blossoms have dropped but the fruit we are bearing is hard to the tooth, not yet turned at all...
Sing Me In
How can you know where you are, the place on the planet where you stand? It holds you small but...
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...
