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…
Browsing Category:
Poetry of Resiliency
Entering the Temple of Gratitude
I know you have been suckling the Milk of Life at Gaia’s breasts from her tender generous nipples your entire life since before the moment you first placed naked feet…
This Aliveness You Feel
This aliveness you feel sense and love As your bare feet learn to again kiss the soil That you hunger for the growing vitality of This beauty you return to…
Hello Luna
And spread branches of gratitude and wonder and curiosity
Drawn like a lover
Enchanted by a negligee of mist and clouds above
To the sacred chamber where Light and Darkness
Intimately entwine as One within my being
Reflecting the unspeakable marvels and lessons
Of Birth Death and Rebirth forever anew once more
These Medicines You Carry
These gifts These medicines you carry my friend they are woven of a whole just as are you and are not separate from the wounds that inform your living So…
She did lift her skirt
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
How many selfs make a Self?
I have become,
much to my chagrin,
a lover of questions
and now I am indeed confused
for I wonder,
What is the self?