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
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
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.
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
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.
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.
ground zero i let go of what i know to shed metamorphosize my mystery our mystery individual heart strings purifying, tuning to synchronize with the pattern of that which calls which can be felt but never seen until it is memory and remembered
