did you feel this luminated night of ours? when your quiet little sister arrived out of the boundless murk invisible like a forgotten dream she brushed the weary mane of our world now so distant, so distant you seem dear moon yet so near for once in a while you…

I hear its hum in my ear, In my severed ear. Wrapped it up on a piece of paper, gave it all to you… (It’s okay.) No one was worried anymore. And you… you over there! Don’t think the night’s descending, Summon it up, unending. Within moderation, all becomes a remedy. I see your eyes…

oh yes, I miss you your untamed wilderness severed from the outside with reverent vibration awareness soft feet on woolen floors the myriads of scents you share bursts that murmur hands that hold and dare with no pretense fragments of a story never told but sensed in your enchanted underworldly…

and so enter into a strain of elderflowers crystals dropping from above blossoming off the minds and fingertips behind the gate a love blossoming off fingertips familiar eyes once discovered a resting earth waiting for a moment to strike the sun sets into a night a gentle fever never-ending spirits…

the smell of the linden trees, the generosity of gentle summer breeze, the long, bright evenings. all of it calling out to me, pulling me towards the stream of life. all wants to live, taste, and sense. all wants to be lived and tasted and sensed.   and yet, my…

how does a dragon get to know its fire and learn to release it with control? and how does that affect the dragon’s capacity to change the system?   i am a dragon. i am katla   i have been full of rage my whole life. i didn’t know. they…

without rain without the flame without butterflies without air dream move love body hope without dedication without your eyes without a name without pain I am nothing “what is a home?” asks the rainbow

there is a rainbow there is a cliff who by chance catch each other’s attention “what are you?” asks the rainbow “in human words, I am cliff” replies the cliff “and in human words you are the soul of light seen through raindrops” states the cliff the rainbow beams and…

during my inhabitation the home is framed by elder and its delicious white flower foam. elder, the old safeguard to home and land that used to protect humans and cattle from harm. the one that marks the boundaries of the safe inner place and the outside world. the tree one…

… and what sprouts in my death?