Tag: embodiment

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

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

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

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