You drop to the earth, open your palms. It’s either brokenness or the heart’s humility that brought you here, to Earth-bottom. The form is the same, the borders of feeling broken or humble are almost indistinct: pain humbles you and your humbling opens you up to your pain, the world’s pain. There is no longerContinue reading “May you land on holy ground”
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I want to be alive with you
Within this pain, you’ll find the seed of its healing. If you’re ever lost as to what meaning your meagre life holds, look into the darkness of your days. Look into the eyes of the addictions, the perpetual disempowerment of self. There, you’ll find your gift. The core of your shadow will reveal the lightContinue reading “I want to be alive with you”
Wintering tides
Tide one on idleness A white page and the mind rushing in with words, thought, constructing a poem of the rational. It makes me sick reading it back – so stale and monotonous like two lovers that have forgotten how to love, that have nothing between them but the inability to get out. When IContinue reading “Wintering tides”
upward path downward flow
on my first day I go down to the riverask her to receive me. I am an unexpected arrival. God welcomes me in his miraculous ways: your upward path, my downward floware fixed by law divine. my task is to refresh your soulyours to discover mine.* a life of searchingfor god’s soul. on tree branches,Continue reading “upward path downward flow”
Still light
Words from the Winter Solstice 2022. The fire thrives when we tend to it with regularity. It strengthens itself from the spaces, space which might seem like a lacking, or a loss of some sort. But this space in-between is in fact necessary, space that allows for its unfolding. To burn like this requires theContinue reading “Still light”
how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*
I make fire and sit before himclose enough to imagine what burning feels like. You see, fire doesn’t just lightit cooks. And my bones crack with the heat: a dialogue with the crackles of his timbered bonessome sort of recognition between us. We are much alike. And he dissolves with forgiveness all those times whenContinue reading “how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?*”
Plangent
Plangent: striking, resonant. adjective; latin plangere – to strike. Striking the breast in grief, how women grieved. A plânge – romanian – cry, wail. Plan-gent. The throbbing of the human heart, a lover’s knocking at the door. Our bodies respond to the soil. Their life and chemistry changing shape according to the earth below. As ifContinue reading “Plangent”
life within
Art by Carmen Seijas @_carmenseijas_ You have taken over my body. Just the way a forest takes over an abandoned homeor perhaps the way moss begins to cling to ruins, making them their own. A lack of light was apparent.The dark damp corners of my self were your perfect habitat. you flourished in the crevicesContinue reading “life within”
Pericardium
In the hollow cave of heart lie the remains of a love, the bones.you carry this death with you Every Where a walking graveyard. When you try and speakthese bones lodge in the small openings of your throat. How many others hold on to the dead like this? a world that knows not about lettingContinue reading “Pericardium”
loosen into presence
Learn to grasp the transient nature of things. You can never completely recreate the past, no matter how hard you try to push soul back into things that have already died. Let them die. Anchor yourself into what is being birthed for you now. Each joy in its intensity, each moment is here just forContinue reading “loosen into presence”
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