I slither my way through, close to the ground
earth my only true home.
I get through the crevices of darkness with ease, guided not by what I see
but by the song and vibrations of the underworld.
earth, my only true home.
Eyes can deceive us in seeing light where there is none; mistaking bright places of loud words and noisy promises, glitterings that are not gold.
What heals can also destroy, I hold in me the polarity of choice.
My eyes may deceive me, the mind also with its ability to fill in any space with concrete justifications.
I remain low to the ground, faithful to its vibrations.
I leave skin in places that sought to make a home out of me,
ghosts of false belonging. I choose to transmute dark venom and forgive.
Skin cracks open, light seeps through the openings
I renew fully with each shedding
and find my ways not through sight, not even smooth words carefully crafted can convince me
I remain a faithful servant to this vessel,
within, the unnamable source
in eternal dance of listening
and the reciprocity of loving awareness.
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We project story on to future instead of following the thread of life.
My body exhales when I reach the sea. A sort of recognition, we reflect each other.
There’s something about her that brings back aliveness. Her waves demand
Create a life that you don’t have to escape from.
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