fissures in me in my skin in my density slices of hot light stretching tearing   me spaces sweet with glow i am slipping out through blades of woven grass curving between smiling grains of molten glass my breath is gilded time my flesh has split like pomegranate and I am sailing a slowContinue reading “emerging”

Art of Kundalini

  My ART  The ART OF KUNDALINI LONGING to explode to shatter the construction and flush my cells of the murk and grey that clings I lie on the grass and stars fall on my lips setting fire to my words wetting my passion I am you I know this and every pain and everyContinue reading “Art of Kundalini”

Counting Bee’s

  Clover is my blanket, my green velvet picnic…. cool on my body, the sun is high, the lighting lush on this infinite musical…. this supreme merging…. I AM all that is, spinning through the colour wheel! THIS is my waterfall, my rainbow, my abstract, figurative, contemporary, enthused with optimism! Bee’s are multiplying, my glass is full.    

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