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I float in the delicious, dreamy, gestational creation state which is my true HOME and the birthing place of all that my MAGIC creates - the infinite energy jewels of stories which are also galaxies and universes which I bring through and birth. 


Each universe, each galaxy, each world, is a story that was created from the eternal creative chaos of stardust and magic impregnated by one pure inspiration, one pure truth. 


Gestated in the black hole of creative juice at the center of the ALL OF ALL, each story that is birthed out through a temporary aligning of forces and structures imposing order on that raw and wild beautiful chaos until it is born. Each one a divine infinite jewel of energy and color, precious and unique.


I invite you to come dance with me in my stories and poems and other words, all of which are teachings and sparks to awaken, enliven, and quicken your heart and spirit towards yourSELF and your awareness of you within The ALL OF ALL. Be inspired, get excited, cry, share, love.


I love you.

::poem:: organ donation

After my body is gone

Where will you find me?

Motherless daughters then, you and I.


You will never be motherless.

After I die, don’t bury me in a grave.

What if you want to move somewhere?

What if that amazing gig you didn’t even know you wanted comes along?

Then you can’t visit my grave.

You could cremate me and keep

my ashes

on a mantle

like an altar.


I don’t want to be stuck in a box.

Spread my ashes across the sea.

Bury my body under a new tree.

The place where the best of me can be visited

will always be with you.

Inside you.

In your heart.

Keep me there. It’s my favorite place anyway.

Embracing you with love and our frequent gales of laughter

as we collapse in hilarious wordless squeaking noises - tears running down our faces.

That’s where I am. In those tears of joy.

You are my heart walking around outside my body.

So that’s where I’ll be.

After my body dies.


melanie gillespie



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