Archive | February, 2020
now that my tongue knows no blue
5 Feba salty song
around my shoulders
wraps me in a harmony
of thirds.
Love like the wind
needs no introduction,
no permission from my parents
to bow on a knee
with a ring.
I’m sniffing yellow
bursts of instant knowing.
I can be entered by the sun
in penetrating ways –
the passing through of each photon
registers on my richter spine
of sway – I offer my belly for a rub.
Hear this felt truth — I know no bounds.
What enters me
is entered by me
as it passes on,
an exchange without end.
Ever echoes the fervored beat
I dance
eternity
for now
a textured shadow on my retina
curve
later thinning out on the curve
of expansion
among other all-
perceiving BEings
returning
to our agreed
upon spot
no one
need know
but love.
somewhere along the way
1 Febinstead of keeping on
with the human interaction experiment,
I started saying no
and dropping out of the game.
It was so gradual,
I didn’t notice when self-care
turned into hiding.
Separate became a theme song,
playing on repeat
on the radio in my head.
Prone felt better than upright,
cozy felt better than cold,
alone felt better than awkward,
and predictable became a slow slide.
The blood began to thicken.
I told myself that I was refusing
to be food for the energy suckers.
What’s new?
I’m ankle deep at the surf’s edge
where
the water is cold,
the air is worse,
but the alternative is only for the bears,
and only in one season.
Spring seasons return,
and probably will again,
but I won’t wait
for it to come to me.
Motion is required
for the body,
but more so, for the mysterious heart,
which can’t be met
until I show up.