Will you hold a space for me?Will you welcome me homeat the end of a long dayif I come bringing painor shining with joywith cleansing waterwith your familiar scentwith your deep embracewill you carry meover the thresholdto a space where I can breathe? Will you breathe life into me?Will you remind methat I do not have to do anythingto deserve existingthat it is okay to just be a bodythat the…
I came with the wind endless time ago curressing the surface of the ground making it shiver making it soft
I WAS BORN INTO THIS WORLD VERY WANTED WHEN I ARRIVED THERE WAS JOY, CHEER, HAPPINESS PEOPLE CRIED OF HAPPINESS WE PLAYED, HUGGED, SANG,DANCED AND DREAMED WE DIGGED IN THE EARTH, SWIMMED IN THE WATER FLEW IN THE AIR AND DANCED IN THE FIRE WE SAW DEATH WE SAW LIFE WE HELD EACHOTHER WARM DURING COLD NIGHTS WE LOVED WE BURIED OUR LOVED ONES AND KEPT ON LOVING {WINGSPAN}
I met perfection at the top of the tallest tower you can imagine of solid black rocks heard the voice from my bed of white feathers mesmerized by her song walking the air stone stone stone steps to the very top of the tower there I found perfection the most beautiful siren with black velvet wings and a black surface on her face she sang to me – here I…
Putting down roots can be scary. The deeper they grow, the more painful the uprooting will be. Is it worth growing roots in a place if we know we will not remain there? We constantly struggle with the impermanence of existence. Home is a story we tell ourselves, in which we do not have to face the fact that this too shall pass. The truth is that no home is…
. this time I fell trembling like a feather from a hovering bloo space in unimaginable loops and whirling wills only to land on the invisible skin of a heavenly creature . and I lost my blue eyes for a moment forever to the perfect time in the middle of a night in the nowhere garden becoming us air . . . true ….. . . . . . ….