Mondes
A Blessing
May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.
May the worlds you travel in or between bring you grace, dear reader.
I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
Today: periwinkle flowers painted with rain drops dance-walking for a mile with my bright pink umbrella signs of spring bursting from the cold earth deep holding and sweet play with my girl on the bus sweet compliments and loving support from dear friends Persian trance music seeing and writing with new eyes dancing and more…
O, an obsidian eye peering into the depths of my infinity The pink of U the aroused blush on my tongue— moist and turgid I, a bridge into places— blue and willowy surrendering to an unknown sky Red A, a pyramid of delight— you are reckless, bloody and without fear E, you come to me,…
playing in the sunshine and trickery with Loki a red herring–killed with my own knife– makes for a nice dinner amidst the curling, fragrant honeysuckle
ecotherapy: leaves fall softly (whispering) hummingbird says hi!