spiritual poem

to live in a body of pain

I don’t fit well in my body, some daysmy body does not contain me, in ways it feels as if my body’s not minelacking in joy and what’s divine Like womb rejecting a coiled foetus, my skin rejects my belonging so I fill myself up beyond fullness, with longing testing the boundaries of expansion I want to love and learnContinue reading “to live in a body of pain”

moon mad

moon ismy anchor into safety,womb darkness, moon inside belly soft and round. moons for eyes, a beating moon heartbloodied but throbbing with power. i love you and i love the world broken as it is. and i am hurting, deep, to the bone, grief calcified, moon becoming bone bearing griefmy backbone of nourishmentifollow you inContinue reading “moon mad”

done with this

rushing running like broken machines perpetually; the chase within, further away. silence is loud and unbearable we cannot stop. running. I am done with this. there is nowhere to get to. running ourselves dry into bare bone into skin into an old age lacking substance where is there to get to? the sweet dissolving intoContinue reading “done with this”

Flow

I wish for my body to enter that state of flow just as the waves come and go, come and go my blood rises and falls in sequential rhythm like the sea all over me I have been stuck for too long in an unmoving cycle the crevices in my skin becoming stale stuck inContinue reading “Flow”