Author: Student, Sisters Performance Method - Sensuous Learning, Ryslinge Højskole, Denmark

A Goddess Narrative

When the moon begins to float away And the sun rises in the west When Pluto is one planet away from earth And there’s a rainstorm on Venus When we find water on a star And the Tides are higher than all skyscrapers When the soil is no longer fertile And the Roses still grow When a Spreading Fire extinguishes the oceans And a Mouse is the first one to…

Whale

It closes behind me, yet the hum of sound still penetrates the walls of the Sun, though it quickly fades as I slowly move away. I have spent a turbulent time in parallel. In poesis, sympoesis, together-poetry. In (non)sense-making, sensing, sensuality and sensitivity. And I treasure the memories. Of the first entry, in early spring, of the questions leading to a story, a story defining the inside of me. Questions…

Post-Existing

Leaving the sun, is like leaving a warm fireplace, letting go of an embrace from an old friend or maybe even exiting the womb from where all life have its entry point. I leave with my glittering sneakers in one hand, soft pink fluffy llama notebook in the other and my eyes fixed on the first of two red doors you have to open, before natural sunlight will hit my…

MANIFESTATIONS

Moon Rose

(I want to grow in you and you in me) “She lives in the deep oak forest, in the holy moon cave; from here she protects and heals all life. Diana, the wild primordial woman, soul of the forest, she is the hunter. She is the darkness. She is the savage. She is the deep moon seat of the Earth. She is queen of the witches.” . I bathed and…

Motion

I sense a rite in running,  rhythmical pounding along the lines that skirt the town following the fields, the signs that say leaving the aching of my lungs swallowed by the great open heavens.   Growth is in the soil.  We spring into life. Activated, confident. Feeling the wriggle and pull of new desires.     To playfully, sensitively and intelligently cross lines, and empower others to do the same.  To…

To Flow from The Mouse

Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . Exhale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. .  .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .  . . . . . . . . . . . Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . ….

To Flow from Rose

Absence:   A revolution in the brew As we engage in   Near distance Far closeness   And reversed   Exploring how to touch and be touched without touch; A warmth not settling in(to) flesh A vibration; an energy, seeking to be expressed Still fully charged   I am carrying you with me, and you me; on me/you – as we go   -R

To Flow from the spreading fire

INTERPLAY    (i) For Flow – to read aloud   D istance   between  between   between between   between between   vibrating beating tissues our constellation long and taut across impossible spinning measures. Cotton-mouthed thick-grey turning pink red gold I lean dangerous give myself to the plane drink your heat through pursed lips fingertip tongue  buds toe fine lines between teeth    drawing you in pushing myself out.   …

To Flow from The Goddess