a haiku All the sleepy words that make it onto this page were chosen by the heavens

A poem There’s a way through Forward is the best option but when things get rough it’s always good to stop and breathe in through the nose pause with a filled chest and let it all go.

A poem to help me focus on my own path There’s room here enough between my future self and present I room for blessings and growth for love and hope there’s so much I can do to set future me free -Saschia

A poem celebrating natural black hair The crown on her head sits tall like her spirit It winds and turns holds the dead cells of her -our ancestors She will -We will stand tall with the crown of curls that express the freedom of our soul

Freedom of Spirit. We’re Bottom walkers not one wing to carry us towards the heavens That’s a spirit thing we’ve got it the ability to let our spirit soar far and wide even beyond the sky

Winter is a season I appreciate. How about you? The steam from my breath is visible in temperatures this cold The cool night air makes me miss my bed makes me think Two things worthy of having Two things that send me in the right direction toward home and toward thought I like the cold.

A poem about the night sky The night sky a map A moment in time that will never be erased (now) A moon the meeting place for a bleeting heart one more night one more day closer to you -Saschia

Mystical Poetry for the Mystical Heart The letters pour over a fire pit filled with the ashes of my past self The sky illuminates what so many seek The heart holds the key

a poem