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
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.
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
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 leaves 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 am i 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.
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
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
we, the seeds of the sun
them, the distant ones
she, the silent one
begins her day with a cup
dirt drops on the window
piling up and to
her nose
ah, dawn
the ancient reverie
a moment between
i wake up at noon
the dawn of noon
it is here where i will begin again
the dance of me
the commotion of feet
bring me to places thrilling as the green skeleton of
the tree on your side, the sea to your front
we shed our layers grasping like
lovers
for the air we cannot see
splitting atoms
splitting hearts
liquid fruitions 