归家是否需要一个理由 归家是否需要一个理由 证明，事件，发生 特定的情感可否被合理化 在熟悉的地点感到陌生 信号，语言，身份 出乡入乡随俗 是否简单如跨过山丘 在陌生的海洋感到熟悉 交通，艳阳，自由 入乡出乡迁徙 是否孤独如千军万马 归家是否需要一个理由 像是尽我所能 离开若能如风 一盏茶 会否凉得慢些 成为归家的一个理由
It’s in my hair, in my head and mouth it shortens my breath It’s under my tongue and in-between my teeth it wraps around their roots It’s behind my eyes and around my eyeballs it fills my under-eyes like tiny sacks I tightly close my eyes and squeeze them with…
The Egg is Earth. This Connection of Everyone with Lungs. People not afraid of otherworldliness. You are my Sister. My Earthling Sister. Same species. Daughter. Mother. Do you have an age or are you ageless? All elements. Air. Air. Air. Earth. Fire. Water. No fear. Connected. Safe. The sun over…
water.union magnet.stone.stone ~ air.earth.infinity water.stone.stone ~ infinity.sun.death infinity.stone.stone seconds A Parenthesis acknowledgement of all those seconds. Burning.Current.Dog.Edge.Effervescence.Fire.Garden.LeafCanopy.Mortal. Nothing.Ocean.Parenthesis.Plasma.Praise.Question.Ryden.Secret. Starlight.TheOneWhoWalks.TheSecret.Tangle.Timer. and ___ and ___ and ___ ∞ Timer
I am and always have been soft and slow. I absorb so much that I have built callouses. When I shed them, I am scared and beautiful and the bursts of light come out with greater ease and curiosity. I have found my way through dis-ease and I wish to…
And they wonder why their nervous systems are in a state of perpetual crisis. It seems they take their superficial masks more seriously than they take their souls. They love to categorize themselves in tiny boxes, – gender, race, religion, sexuality – then fight to defend their box. I imagine…
A sister is hoping. For stillness and slowness. A soft gaze. An inner leaf’s unfurling. Clarity, and ease. Sanctuary.
My breath catches in the box of my chest. Whose bread has been stolen? Whose travels have been circumscribes? Whose eye will be taken? How can we make a broken world home again? I don’t believe that words can answer these questions, not in the way we use them now.…
In this quiet moment of contemplation, I write you this letter, seeking to embark on a transformative journey within the poetic realms of collapse. I seek a sanctuary for artistic exploration, and with the fertile soil of Sisters Hope Home I hope to explore a descent through the empty spaces…
In constant movement following the now Letting go of past… Pushing …future Searching for balance in being here