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
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.
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 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
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?
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
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
black forest // august 2020
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
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