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

her

retreat:  into your cells
they chose you.
choose them.
hold them
in a vision of love,
so that they expand
and you with 
them
to the back 
of a white winged bird
where you can 
rest 
and discover
who you are.
a child
of the brightest light
drifting
in a warm sea of love.
Hirō Isono
your body is her
she holds you
as hands meet, as bodies melt
floating through the woodlands
centuries ago

the space is her
the rhythm 
that your hand falls
to touch
the other

the home is her
on the back of 
a white winged bird
we float
timelessly in love
black forest // august 2020

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

the journey

The Messenger (detail), Gil Bruvel
dearest deep sea diver,
how is your swim?
i hope the water is warm
holding you softly
while you float 
in depths
alongside
horned beings
stars
and whales
singing their ancient songs

in their voices
i hear your pulse
they sing your song
of resonant knowing
found in hearts
like yours

move my blood from far
heart songs
reflect and harmonize
in order to flow
spread to
rivers, streams
the mouths of others
coating
in resonant trust
in floating faith
harmony
munich, germany // june 2020

home

Moon Bloom, Vanja Vukelić
conscious transformation
burden to gift
effort to nourishment
shame to honor
innate wisdom waits
cycling every month
in a process of gestation and birth
mirroring
the universal pattern
showing
the ultimate truth
for you
to be
when the love
permeates
the cells
of your own infinite being

___

movement in stillness
the waters within your womb
hold you in safety

___

seeds
of creation
of flowers
of the womb
to bloom
is a choice
receiving
the energy coming from
infinity
and back 
to infinity
creation is eternal
it is timeless
fueled by the space where nothing lies
forget your ideas
and receive
the power of eternity
munich, germany // may 2020