The sound of a star,
divine furnaces of the universe,
twinkling dots of the night sky.
Hydrogen and Helium fusing in the furnace,
building blocks of the universe,
creating coal, nitrogen, oxygen, iron…
Creating the building blocks of our surroundings,
everything we see, smell, touch, taste, sense.
You and me, we are born of stars,
everything we ever were and ever will be,
the sound of creation.
– The Journeyman
I am watching you still after you’ve emptied the Sun. Let’s begin from where we left us. One circle on your own before you receive your blessing. Underlayer is red. So is Sun. and Fire Bird. touch or pain or both -¤¤¤- …
Closing my eyes and drifting off into the dream of myself I considered carefully my potential body, its posture, flesh and gaze. Sister said: Your poetic self is all about expansion, and yes, I agree, but I also feel it is as much about exclusion. Exclusion of the debris that…