sunmoonawakening

I am water rushing downhill seeking hollows to pool I find a round space to bed with the moon   one day I awaken my water is hot don’t look they said you will go blind more art ??? http://www.artofkundalini.com    

Unlocked Rivers

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies. This is number Seven. over dirty feathers sand pieces and falling sun o crystal creature this droplet of flesh his humbled form talk is small small talk tiny talk lording over billowed heart huge rising expansive breaking tidal pushing midnight reaping clouds kissing imaginary moon balloon in my chest

Water

  there is a wave inside my body a heated flank a slow tsunami pulling upward like tongue or soul sliding my notes taking my wounds…. it follows a soothing determined path a pink wash sweeping a dark pink purpose, it loosens me it releases me I glide like wings melting floss becoming a rush of

The Bridge

Meet  me on the bridge Lover, on the water, over the water here in the middle of me This bridge was built for us Lover, to make a wish, a silver wish, and set the gold fish free Follow the arch of colour Lover, under the sun, full of  sun we’ll melt the frozen sea

Dry Water

    Dry…… over nothing not something ……………….. blank look dusty tongue, paper dry underfoot, toes shy away….    ….        ………… too dry. Mind hiding empty fear parched impressions, left here. Falsely still, chalky friction. A void?   Something (forgotten) not nothing…… something rushing, filling, flowing choking not dust but, wet thick

Running Water

    The River is wanton, it speaks to me and I listen. Restless creature I AM a mossy rock by this river. It’s earthy fragrance entices me, I stand quiet and let it touch my body. I put my face close so I can feel it’s voice in my mouth and on my lips.

Rain Like Love

Rain like love drop on my fingertip, on the green sliding leaf silver pregnant rain drop on my nose falling love full drops join and frolic silver lost in swirling brown eddy’s of emotion, silver to brown and back again beauty on lashes, before the eyes always changing ,moving water thick with being, too slippery