lump in my throat, shallow breath, racing heart after pulling down the net from my ceiling…collecting material from outside my door, where those who visited reflected. the net had become so tangled with time, it did not want to come down…leave the nest……foggy mind, sensitive skin, heightened hearing. desire to stay in my tableaux now even though I spent the morning longing to say goodbye, hungry to jump out into…
Out of the ground Into the sky I stretched out my green Darkness, cold, It has always been my mode of being. When I first did the poetic self exercise I thought my name was the illness, the darkness or the grey, but when we did it the second time all I could see was green. Growth. I had already grown. The green. A symbol, a metaphor of growth. It…
The rime I have spent being a part of the Sisters Hope performance method here at Ryslinge Højskole will forever resonate with me. I feel that I have learnt so much more about both myself and the sensuous world in general. There has definitely been a lot of lessons along the way, som of them probably lifelessons. Exploring my poetic-self is on thing i will never forget, living in sand,…
Good morning sun, rising over the astral body of an image – of the natural equilibrium between the collective and the individual. Take care of you, as well as you took care of me. Use, reshape or ignore the frame, it is only a frame for an image changing. The sun is rising over the ending image of knowingly unknowing and vice versa. The norms transforming right behind you –…
the air swam a little different in the days following the fire as though held in a state of impassioned disbelief an imposed shock or awe – in breath not quite lost but caught – by oils, and the scene of now blackened embers, charred brick beams of the roof reduced to gentle crumbling piles, flakes and narrow pits, their boisterous confidence quieted with that of the surrounding wilderness. The…
To be searching for keys to unlock eternities and infinities. To be leaning into the never-ending universe and wrapping ourselves in the fabric of time. To be diving into emptiness, the holes, the cracks in time and the tears in space. To be dancing around dimensions with past and future selves wearing dresses of different perceptions, perspectives, potentials, possibilities. To be gifting time and spending space on liberating potential selves…
We’re standing on a road – We’re standing on a road – moving away from each other moving towards each other Chasing you Why are you chasing me? Because I think you’re my brother. Aren’t you? Yes, but – but how can that be so? There’s only one road and one direction that it takes. That feels like an untruth. What you’re implying. I’m sorry. No, you aren’t – but…
I am watching you still after you’ve emptied the Sun. Let’s begin from where we left us. One circle on your own before you receive your blessing. Underlayer is red. So is Sun. and Fire Bird. touch or pain or both -¤¤¤- Moonchild sensuality and rage are part of the same Moon. walking backwards, always one step ahead. “clean your hands,…
Cosmic dust Cosmic darkness Cosmic tears Cosmic fears Stardust spacecraft gravity gravy for lunch Hugs WeWhoAskMountains
Can I describe only the first moment we see each other for the first time? Will everything after just appear by itself when the moment has past? How you will see me in that moment. One thing I know is that I’ll be in a frame. I’ll try to be still, so that you can imprint the image. Give you time to initiate your own resonation. Reason with me as…