her song of life

I can smell the earth after the rain I can sense its delight its forgiveness and its compassion I can feel a slight chill after the rain a breath a breathing of textured sighs a whispered kiss I can smell the grass, the flowers; life after the rain I can imagine the gentle hiss, of … More her song of life

sans liberté

such a thing haunting and beautiful ghosts of sound you could call them echoes ancient rumblings sensuous vibrations lost, feelings such a thing is there such a thing? Could we catch the echo seal it in jade and hang it in the window the sun would ask the rain for its tears for it can … More sans liberté

When silence comes

The sun rises upon us all but in reality we drift towards the light in anticipation of the coming night And so it began in that moment of birth when darkness thrust us into the light We are creatures of curiosity We want to know to feel to believe we are anything but this Skin … More When silence comes

Freedom

… feel the temptation to seduce and to be seduced feel that tingle of slowness surrounding your skin inhale the moment allow it to inhabit your beat allow it to seduce your mind into believing you are free …  feel your skin and the moisture between your fingers feel the slowness of time kissing your … More Freedom

Resistance

*** Without wings we fall into the abyss around us unless we break through this, “protection” and allow flight to feel the falling ***

Nascent

To become the light within solitude this seed grows to become the flower of this soul’s silent collapse of death to become the beginnings of raindrops aware of their flight, singing to become kisses of existence unsated with the orgasm of life’s humid mulch to become ancient, inherent, solitary free from the awakening of this … More Nascent