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”
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Poiesis
I hold a world in me, big and scattered with parts I recognise, but mostly – I am a stranger to this skin, foreign feet feeling fully. To places that held me prior, I now struggle to belong. To worlds that reflected back parts of me, of who I was, I struggle to find anyContinue reading “Poiesis”
Finding
It all began with a parsnip that was in fact an artichoke from Jerusalem – the birthplace also of jesus and god’s other son doubting its edibility. It began with a priest’s daughter, her heightened love of porridge and poetry. It began with slow progress and a dram of hope and too much rain. TwoContinue reading “Finding”
earthed
I arrived, 26 years ago, folded and compressed, a gasp on my mother’s lips, curiosity on her cheeks, a tiny miracle held on my father’s chest. My birth was planned and calculated, sterile. Brought by morning’s light. I wanted to leave, early on, when hearing the loud turning of this world, the air heavy withContinue reading “earthed”
cages
cage = cavea (Latin), fig. a womb; hollow, the roof of the mouth; sockets of the eye; something that hinders freedom *** The revolution of loving each and every single inch of your precious body the cold feet, cracked lips, void space within your belly buttonyour thighsand in between them all the scars from openingContinue reading “cages”
soul within bone
Why do you rush to gift these soft lips to another before you have painted your own skin home? You seek so much to feel the textures of body yet your palms have no idea what your own bends like under touch. You search for music of another to fill so much but you’ve neverContinue reading “soul within bone”
There is nothing of you in me
Where do you store this rage? This ancient anger that you stifled within. They were unable to hold her magnificence. Where do you store it? Deposited like small crystals of salt, or dark coal simmering. It is your body that holds it all: your grief and your exaltations – it is your body that isContinue reading “There is nothing of you in me”
Un ravel
A cloth unweaving – threads unravelling until it becomes something almost unrecognisable. I am unravelling too, dropping with intention parts and pieces of myself that I thought made me. Some days I feel that I am losing every concept of who I was, my body changes daily, the intricacies of my life metamorphose. Some days,Continue reading “Un ravel”
i change shape daily
the forest changes daily. winter – Her bare bones barely holding. And now, summer, the paths have narrowed in bloom with aliveness. Every morning, the Body of Earth changes a little: not even a second of stagnancy or doubt shadows Her surface. And just like that, our Body too mimics the movement of the EarthContinue reading “i change shape daily”
Two
Choosing the world as much as choosing it not. Always grappled with the in-between. Not quite there, in one fully or the other. Migrating like a bird, or swinging like a mad pendulum from one to the other. A neurosis of some sort, yearning for intensity in both. I want to feel it deeply, madly.Continue reading “Two”
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