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 of each one heart, through the eyes, through the words, the silence, remembering the smell of the fire flames, the…
(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…
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…
As you move through these changing times… be easy on yourself and be easy on one another. You are at the beginning of something new. You are learning a new way of being. You will find that you are working less in the yang modes that you are used to. You will stop working so hard at getting from point A to point B the way you have in the…
Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . Exhale . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Inhale . . . . . . . . . . . . ….
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
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. …