DiArY of A MaD SorCeReR
Welcome to this place inside my head.
The wind in the garden blows indigo cold.
My heart is colder still.
Mortality's curse hangs over me,
Eve's legacy.
I summon the marrow of candles,
the gnosis of transcended sentience,
seeking solutions
beyond this horizon of endless mausoleums.
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I am pleased to announce my book, Diary of a Nagual Woman, is now in print and may be ordered directly through my website. For those wishing more information, please go to: Diary of a Nagual Woman. Thank you in advance for all your kind letters and the loving support so many of you have shown to me. Many blessings... Della
Quantum Shaman
Artwork by Stonewoman
On Seeing the Little Yellow Flowers
At a Gas Station in Big Bear
Soon I will blow a white kiss
upon the land,
turning all the graves wrongside out,
hiding fallen tombstones
beneath my cold silver blanket.
...
The words that went whispering through my mind while sitting at a stoplight in Big Bear, California.
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