Changing skin feathered fettered fur armour   I will if you let me           Timer

Spreading Fire spread fire through my entire body.  Slowly and methodically burning my body,  while urging me to feed the flames with my own breath.  Leaving me as a pile of ashes from which a new self rose, stomping around in the ashes, eventually forming them into a question mark.…

Waiting for the unknown to unfold. We carry our culture and society within us. What will happen once it disappears into sth new?

And where do you say we start  to shake ourselves of our memories and reason?   To greet the bewildered road with our soggy  and aimless feet. With eyes streaming, now downcast from the round sky,  fingering the small hole at the centre of all the thinness.   You look something…

Aha yeah. Uh no no no. Hmmm, phew. A lightning bolt hits truth in deep meditation. Suddenly, on the dance floor, I know. A forest creature whispers in tongues. Clarity woven into haunting dreams. Where knowing beyond words dance with the rhythm of breath, I enter the heart’s labyrinth. Paradoxes…

As the blue sun appears under the right and the red sun appears under the left armpit of the sky, I feel that what I will leave written here is unimportant. (I enjoy the ease of this little pain that I have to deny.) I write secretly, so the stars…

what’s in front of you? it covers the bed wrinkles heart, intestines, the things i say to myself when i wake i want smooth blank please . let me be

The self-decline bastion of human rights, rises above, But gravity makes angels fall, They chased  Lilith out of  pardes Arguments for killing of one another’s kin, She here white money whispering about a could, dead and flemming goal In the end we might be hurte  and after hurte there is…

In Marcel Proust’s novel In Search of Lost Time (1913–27), there are passages where the protagonist, whose name we are never told throughout this seven-volume work, is overwhelmed by a sensuous experience which triggers a flood of memories that completely overtake him. The most well-known is the episode with the…

[air, sight, ray of light] Zrak is a ray of sunshine. The Sun, its parent and source, is always there. Zrak moves quickly and playfully around. Its being is warm and light. It brings time and space with it as it goes. Zrak fell on the surface of water. Zrak’s…