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

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

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

a primal preparation

what is it about him?
what is it about me?

“Ich erinnere mich sich selbst.”
A part of me feels like he is everything, the one.
A part of me feels like he will never understand.

So I seek, myself, to find the answer.

I seek
What I fear?
Who I am. What does this mean, I?
How I block and ignore?
How I hide, how I shine?
How I love? Giving and receiving. 

I enter an experiment with others.
An inaugural gathering to my inauguration.
  
I give myself permission, to rest, to retreat by choice.
To see my strength, through the love.
I glow.
sintra, portugal // august 2019

1st and final manifesto

  • 1 / I am for the art that grooves through the stillness.
  • 2 / I am for the art that hears the silence within the groove.
  • 3 / I am for the art that cherishes the silence within the groove.  Embodies, senses, transmits.
  • 4 / I am for the art that reflects like a box covered with 100 diamond shaped mirrors.
  • 5 / I am for the art that says hello to the self that has forgotten to open its eyes.
  • 6 / I am for the art that is the before, the during, the after, in one breath.  That is the breath.
  • 7 / I am for the art that confronts that which lays dormant.
  • 8 / I am for the art is the earth, the fire, the water, the air.
  • 9 / I am for the art that gives space to each particle. The space each particle deserves.
  • 10 / I am for the art that has a forever home and knows it.
  • 11 / I am for the art that pushes your blood to your heart, pulls your tears from your eyes. 
  • 12 / I am for the art that spreads.  As quickly as dispersing milk through a morning coffee, as slow as dripping honey from a tiny spoon.
  • 13 / I am for the art that burns as hot as the tip of the cigarette meeting the flame, that silently swirls as the smoke after.
  • 14 / I am for the art that attaches shamelessly to the sweaty bodies making love in the lost ashes.  That is the love that is made.
  • 15 / I am for the art that floats above the clouds with its attention on roots below the trees.
  • 16 / I am for the art that hears the whimper and provides the embrace.
  • 17 / I am for the art that becomes the sun through being a ray.
  • 18 / I am for the art that realizes the moment it awakes.
  • 19 / I am for the art that realizes the infinity it inhabits.
  • 20 / I am for the art that realizes the harmony it perpetuates.
  • 21 / I am for the art that is an oasis of time.

[inspired by Claes Oldenburg]

heat under the ocean

the unfinished surface
of your hardwood floors
rough and soft, a mirror to my feet
your crooked teeth and warm lips 
a mirror for my fingers
to dip into

 

dipping into you, hot and wet
i melt so easily
your flame takes my oxygen
takes me to melt and drip
in your warmth 
golden soft tender
flickering

will you go out? 
northampton, massachusetts // september 2017