i see layers

a black bird
lands softly
on the branch
of the tree
the limbs of the heart of the earth
welcoming
visitors of the shadows

bumble bee buzzes blindly
towards the sweet scent
of skin and plants mingling
becoming one coat of bliss
drawing in
visitors of the flowers

water vibrates silently
repeating its rhythms
of desire to return home
to the oceans
to the songs of the whales
revealing
the steady flow of love

ground reaches down
kissing the waters with sweet stillness
holding rocks
holding the roots of giants
holding the bones of recent visitors
allowing
multiple truths to be
Brian Kirhagis

imagine : the choice : to belong

imagine,
if it were effortless 
to move
every cell of the body in the place it knows how to be
all working together without effort,
with pleasure
the body as a whole
each part in unique relationship with gravity
all dancing singularly
in the divine complete puzzle whole.
movement isn't effort or doing
it is,
intention traveling in directions
and a perceiving of how this intention
travels and shapes
all parts of the whole
doing and being, together in harmony.
the choice,
to open into infinite possibilities
finding silent home in chaos
who am i without effort?
identity in effort,
a false sense of safety, a false sense of control.
trying to know,
to hide from the experience of knowing what it could mean
to be in this body
a collection of the universe
experiencing human form
in relation to all forces around
a dance between
infinity 
unfolding
catalyzing
balanced between poles
held, but free
belonging.

golden forest eye

Michaël Zancan
guardian of the stillness
from here comes full expression
here lives the enchanted embrace

jungle goddess, forest being
i am
a movement within the stillness

every sensation
held in this spacious fire
of this heart
of this breath
of this spine
double headed snake

dancing between
heaven and earth
stars and moss
light and dark

woven, in balance
a blanket
of all colors

resting, coating
this body and the body
we all share.
munich, germany // october 2021

i am

Tina Maria Elena
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




munich // june 2021

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

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 by 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

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 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.
munich, germany // july 2020