I am thankful for the opportunity I get each day, by the possibility of each day… simply given to me by my being, by my doing, by my being, my being.

Oneiric Theory

 By Miranda Field

Forests are where you hear the trees—
a foreign film murmuring.

Undercover life forces tunnel, restructure 
the strata of decay, fumbling the wet & bronze & rosewood needles, 
nudging & moving down & into 
hidden homes.

Some dusks you think you see stained-glass windows 
& brackish, inland pools fill the eyes.

Part of the winter forest’s strategy is transparency, 
but that makes it feel known. 
So the subnivean zone forms—

under-snow rooms, or unconscious zones 
in which you feel no hunger 
& curl deaf & blind

in apparently meaningless passages.

RT @MotivatingWoman: @Deepak_Chopra what is the true source of motivation? Motivation is of mind & weak. Inspiration is of spirit & strong

Let the fire of your love burn my sorrow and purify my soul so I can fly without wings - Rumi

Let the fire burn my soul.

Let the fire burn my sorrow.

Let the fire burn my wings.

Let me burn

So I can fly