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 by 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 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
dissonance is information stillness creates relationship simplicity is clarity space creates vibrancy releasing is flying light creates reality shame is no home
why do we act like each other don’t exist? why is it more comfortable to look at an advertisement? everyone looking into space like we don’t exist.
together, ignoring reality. hiding in their own.
what if we all stopped walking at once, in silence, and then went into dance. everyone dancing together. on the sidewalks, in the parks, in the train, on bikes, on stairs. creating a force that would allow us all to stop. and come together as one.
fall into reality.
and why do kids only have playtime? does it make sense that at a certain age, deemed by the calendar and by time, we lose our sense of play. only work. why can’t we play?
a man plays the violin.
everyone ignores him. i don’t give money. i give a smile. he plays and walks on.
through, out.
and in.
liquid fruitions 