i am ocean being my heartbeat voice of whales i am tree being my spine weaver of underworld roots i am cloud being my skin morphing with air i am stone being my bones solidification of wisdom i am flower being my heart magnet of golden honey i am sun being my eyes illumination of truth i am moon being my blood red tides unseen i am earth being my existence prayer of pleasure
improvised movement with soundscape of ONUK
this morning i saw my blood mixed with water hours let red melt to pink soft strong death visiting life carried by water between shrinking guts and expanding knowing deep breaths guide my limbs porcelain touches on freshly awoken body pores in their state of black holes slowly my light comes out hand, glass, blood hand above head my blood meets soil that i cannot see feeds tiny beings that i do not know but i say, hello hello with my death reverence to support this life of green webs of spiraling strength circling overhead as i sleep webs of life and death swirl mysteries down into the fibers of my blankets of my skin my blood continues to fall my death continues to bring life and our hearts continue to weave
munich, germany // december 2020
the staircase of glow he doesn't really hear me i respond with love he responds with question, the debate he's not hearing what i am, who i am in total i tell him i love him despite the changes he tells me it wasn't a change but a shift so why are you looking at the change and not the fact i just told you i loved you you shut me off what is flowing and reaching out to you but you say you understand everything already that you can't repeat what you already know that it's boring, boring to your all knowing self but where is the knowing to acknowledge to fall in to stop and realize what someone is trying to give to feel it all which is probably a lot its like 2 magnets attracting of when the same sign, but when they are opposites they mesh i am trying to be myself, the opposite i don't really know what i'm trying but i feel you taking the love away from me the love of myself and this is what i need to find with space will it return?
speeding black space between white lines no sight no vision only stillness frequencies and colors melt invisible tune in, to tune out
stepping into stillness that only ends can bring tricking their end to reveal space in all moments still in my observation of the dance around and inside the white abyss of crystalizing waters whispers above leaves become fire as water leaves their veins fire flows from the base of me drop my drop offering compulsory transition into mysteries red is the color of change