snow is falling always
touching the earth
somewhere
.
brave through it all, dear soul
snowstorms and windstorms
brave through death and destruction
.
everything must die for it to have a meaning
for it to turn to soil or snow
time to move on
.
I am heyoka and I will never again
be ashamed or shamed
for being one
.
I’m ready
to once again
be home
.
look, dear soul
snow is smiling
such a beautiful day
Stream of happymess 
Gorgeous.
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Thank you. I am finally returning to places like this after removing myself from them due to somewhat traumatic experiences that happened almost a year ago… it feels good to feel them again.
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Thank you for sharing your works, I’m glad you are back. 🙂 This one felt quiet and brave, that is such a rare combination.
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Thank you for such a beautiful praise. It means a lot. Especially since it’s coming from a true writer like yourself. ❤️
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Ah, we always do right by the words. We can at least say that much. ❤
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The Lakota clown….
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Such a wonderful and heartwarming feeling to read that someone referenced Lakota the sacred clown.. Thank you. Made my week. For real.
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The pleasure is all mine! I wasn’t familiar with the word/term “heyoka” and – being a curious little kitten – I immediately went into research mode! It was so fascinating to learn about, from both a cultural and a psychological perspective. The poem is lovely, as well, new friend.
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Thank you yet again! I’m glad my post led you to a new discovery. Term heyoka was introduced to me a few years ago and it hasn’t left my way of being since…
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