queen of cups
trickling tributaries
raging rivers
bipolar bifurcations
she,
discerning
choosing
surrendering
choosing life
choosing love
neither predator
nor prey
(finally!)
an open vessel–
at once overflowing
and empty
ready to fill
and be filled
I’ve been using my voice in many ways of late. I wrote and staged my one-woman show, Unbridled a month ago, I’ve done some communication in my relationships to bring clarity and grace into them and I’ve been doing some recording with a some talented musicians. I’m enjoying this process because there is no rehearsal….
you live in a box made of limits, rules and pain perhaps you like it
misinterpreted as dominant Amazon/ she’s just a kitten
slurping chai from a saucer like a kitten (and the blushing) falling in to your gravity meandering through the conversation the day your journal (this still leaves me smiling) me, drawn to the texture of your opinions and passions (and then the kissing)
Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to. Don’t try to see through the distances. That’s not for human beings. Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move. Today, like every other day, we wake up empty and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study and begin reading. Take down…