I WROTE A BOOK!
the sure song of here is a compilation of poems to bring you home into your senses. this breath. this person that you are. this moment in time. this beating heart. to trust in your reckoning. to let the spark plug of truth ignite your fire inside. to see how each and every step brings you into realizing the perfection of it all, as the pages land as seeds of remembrance for this human experience. this book is a living prayer. a marker of miracles. to give you the space to feel alive and home in your bones. your skin. your flesh. your eyes. to give you the space for belief to fill the gaps. as you land into a deeper sense of belonging. and allow the pulse of this book to remind you of all you already know. and all you already are. let it rip you alive. remind you of your roar and your rose inside. as it threads together the pieces for your inner rebellion to grant flight to your wings.
the sure song of here
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The sure song of here is a compilation of poems to bring you home into your senses. This breath. This person that you are. This moment in time. This beating heart. To trust in your reckoning. To let the spark plug of truth ignite your fire inside.
To see how each and every step brings you into realizing the perfection of it all, as the pages land as seeds of remembrance for this human experience. This book is a living prayer. A marker of miracles. To give you the space to feel alive and home in your bones. Your skin. Your flesh. Your eyes.
To give you the space for belief to fill the gaps. As you land into a deeper sense of belonging. And allow the pulse of this book to remind you of all you already know. And all you already are. Let it rip you alive. Remind you of your roar and your rose inside. As it threads together the pieces for your inner rebellion to grant flight to your wings.
Reading this book from front to back is a remembrance. The freshest breath you’ve tasted all year. It’s calmness to the heart. And broken down cage doors to the free bird inside. It’s unleashed in its essence. Begging for all of you to land here as truth. Congratulating you on exactly where you are in this cycle that repeats itself over and over.
there is a place inside
so still —
that not even a speck of a hurricane
can touch
not even a wave
from the depths
of the oceans
tongue
can quake
there is a place inside
that sleeps with
love + beauty
a place where the
sky illuminates
every part to
have it’s moment
and yet the pulse
the cadence
the rhythm
is held by
the sure
song of
here —
right here
and nowhere to go
no one to be
no one to impress
for the yellow bush
dances in her glory
from within
/ Cassedy O'Neill, written in the desert of Joshua Tree at sunset
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