Sunday, October 23, 2011


Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Can you live with the scent
of larkspur on your lips
while others seek to destroy you
because of memories
they can’t recall?

Truth is not found on the
material plane.
It resides in the imprints
you’ve left during your
comings and goings
on the Other Side.

Don’t let yourself be hooked
into playing a role you
died to lifetimes ago.

The Beloved never manifests
a single rose.
You too must choose to
be a bloom a hundred times over.
Let the thorns be protectors
not villains.

And even if the shears do come,
bless your courage
for having shown up in this life
well enough
to be noticed.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (

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