travel on dragon waters

Spine on the earth.  Horizontal support.  Gravity as your blanket.  Roots as your pillow.

Curve through turns, fighting the speed.  You shoot out together into a reality only you can know.  Safer than a womb, it might be said.  

Let them be, they say.

Watch the dragon waters crash down over the curving rocks.  Carve memories into now.  Rock people gazing out at your star crusted cat eyes.  Tongues lick and throats purr.  Water droplets cascade onto your furry faces and hands.

Let them be, they say.

Wooden door, heavy as those rocks.  You pull.  Dragon waters reveal their fiery truths.  Your part time lover licks the throat of their full time lover.  Welcome to the World, in 3rd position.  Arrival.

Let them be, they say.

Travel along those dragon waters.  Bypass the fiery flames pulling you in.  Make it to the day, the day when your tongue first met another.  Two tongues live in mouths of different colors.  Delicious.

Let them be, they say.

Land in the day the Universe told you what it might mean to be colored white.  Welcome to the World, in 1st position.  You know now, that 1st position isn’t about being the winner.  You know it’s about using your position to eliminate the game.

Spine against the trunk.  Vertical support.  Leaves overhead as your blanket.  Serenity as your pillow.

 夢想の時, Shigeo Kitazawa

far away meeting

La Hija de Rappaccini, Santiago Caruso
how can i say
the point of honesty
extending from your heart
into mine

how can i say
the bliss 
in realizing
we both don't know

how can i say
the further i go
the clearer
i become

how can i say
the softest touch of intention
moves the mountains
in me

how can i say
love is beyond us
within us
through us
between berlin and munich, germany // july 2020

for this

Moses, Frida Kahlo
a snowflake fell then.  a rain drop falls now.  
how many moments passed?  from when i made the decision with the falling of the snowflakes in the corner of the tea house, to when i lay on the bed next to her and the falling rain.
how many moments passed?  from when i peed my pants (for real) on the cement sidewalk, to when i pee on the leads and grass covering the mountains.
how many moments passed?  from when i fell asleep in the foggy cafe window, to when i forget to sleep because of bliss given by the touch of a brother.
decisions connecting, decisions guiding.  and who i am to know where they lead, who am i to know how the web is woven.  who am i.
to know.
who i am.
i am who, and i am how.  i am how the currents flow, i am how the stories are told, i am how the cells remember.  simply, i am.
in me, the moments passed are comprised.  i hold memories of replicated scenarios, on different lands.  of replicated learning, in different bodies.
for this, i live.
for this,
i am.
munich, germany // july 2020