Random Movement

Random Movement

The roll of the die. 

Is it the truth? 

Or, is it a lie? 

Words and Image by thInQ

thInQ: The Time is to be Bold

Warriors of the light waken from your slumber. 
Meet the Divine Feminine as she takes her place unencumbered.
Alongside and in balance with her Divine Male counterpart. 
One is no more than the other; beating simultaneously as one whole heart. 
Together, their new now unfolds.
Stand warriors, the time is to be bold. 
-written by thInQ, May 1, 2020



Let's pair this poem with a new ditty The Hu - Song of Women Feat. Lzzy Hale and check out those lyrics! Bam! 






Lyrics by LZZY Hale: I am bones and I am skin I am home, where life begins I’ve started wars, I’ve given peace Across the ocean, I carry the seed
I’m your lover I’m your mother I’m Your sister I’m your daughter When Kings fall to their knees They Sing a woman’s song When birds scream in the trees They Sing a woman’s song The sunrise in the east Sings a woman’s song Every Heart that beats Sings a woman’s song I am fire I am water I am empress I am thunder I am flower I am wonder I’m the object Of your desire I am beauty I am grace I am faith… When Kings fall to their knees They Sing a woman’s song When birds scream in the trees They Sing a woman’s song The sunrise in the east Sings a woman’s song Every Heart that beats Sings a woman’s song Every heart beats a woman’s song Every heart beats a woman’s song Every heart beats a woman’s song Every heart beats a woman’s song

There's A Rainbow Bridge

Photo by thInQ August 2019

There is a rainbow bridge for you and I

Step onto the path, stretch to the sky.

It’s not too hard, just let go

Lead with the heart, move with the flow.

There is a rainbow bridge for you and I

It is not seen with your naked eye.

Wear your amour with a warrior stand

Be the freedom you now command.

There is a rainbow bridge for you and I

Be in your heart for that’s where it lies.

It is not in the congestion of the spins and weaves.

Step in, step in, and be at peace.

written by thInQ, March 2020

thInQ: The Excursion

Photo by thInQ

And, small birds singing to their happy mates. 
Wild is the music of autumnal wind
Among the faded woods; but these blithe notes
Strike the deserted to the heart;  - I speak. 
Of what I know, and what we feel within. 

The Excursion 
William Wordsworth

ThInQ: Autumn, and Robert Frost

The picture I managed to snap yesterday reminds me of the poem The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh, I kept the first for another day

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Song In My Head: I Wave Goodbye When Butter Flies

I adore this poem and its play on words by Jack Prelutsky. Found this version of it by Bethany Britton who made it her own by adding music. Enjoy!

Nature's Poetry

Nature's Poetry

If by Rudyard Kipling

Image by alex drennan via FlickrIf you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too.

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!