i’ll bathe in your blood, it will heal me

SoulArt Klerks
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

seeds of my now

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?
Hirō Isono
august 2018

red is the color of change

rip, Steven DaLuz
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
munich, germany // october 2020