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…
I had a dream the other night about a stone talking to me. I was at a beach with a lot of stones. I picked up one, and it asked me “what species are you?”. (not with words, but anyways, like talking) I was surprised, but the stone explained that…
Dearest poetic pure minds of the sun Like looking at the same moon me me me me massage your solar plexus now with me . I’ve read that choosing the unknown is always the right choice , even if it doesn’t appear to give the best result . I think…
Dear students of the sun All of you can meet me here but at different times . I would like to meet The Rose and The Mouse first at · infinity air crescent moon and the other at · infinity infinity . ( The Mouse : if you have your…
Dear students in the sun I’m looking forward , feeling upwards to seeing you very soon I’m so excited it’s hard to contain in my body . I’m longing to see and get lost in your eyes , but I’ll try to save it for a special moment . I…
A moment of silence, breath eye contact, clay contact.. Two magic days… The Tide helped me to cray The rose show me the master in transformation The Spreding fires aura was so blue The Mouse enter the bathroom with all the complex energi from the outside and left the room…
So many layers of reality co-exist in this world We have met, even if we haven’t been able to touch each other bodies. We have been whispering and screaming at each other ears, even without feeling the warmth of our breath. We have had taken a look into a secret…
(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…
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…