Standing Naked
I would tell you I did not ask for this gift but that is not precisely true Far more accurate I suppose is that I did not trust Life enough…
I would tell you I did not ask for this gift but that is not precisely true Far more accurate I suppose is that I did not trust Life enough…
a mycelium thread first weaves itself around my heart
like a web of nerves just for perceiving and sensing the world
then inserts itself—exploring my innermost secret chamber
where lives the name that cannot be spoken
“The more they love the soil the more they love each other.” — Emmanuel Karisa Baya
I Something inside me has to die I realize in the two AM blackness for something new to be born perhaps you know the feeling you don’t know exactly what…
Tell me please, dear soul, when you walk upon the Earth do the soles of your feet touch your mother with your heart? And when you walk with this love…
I heard tell last night from a woman who lives in my heart the two of you were talking and discovered you each know me “I think he would say…
I fear I shall be so vulnerable
in a world gone mad
in a world where even the butterflies
need human love to survive
blossoming inside
this beauty I see in them
hiding within