Intimate Self-Portrait
The Nightmare I had a big nightmare last night that seemed to go on and on and on…. I’m in a room with maybe a dozen folks… we expect to…
The Nightmare I had a big nightmare last night that seemed to go on and on and on…. I’m in a room with maybe a dozen folks… we expect to…
Beyond story there is no part of you that can be untangled from me This is reciprocal So don’t worry No need to run Just ask Wind or Tree Mountain…
Oh my! Do you suppose it even possible to become curious and intimate affectionate even about the wisdom and intelligence contained in these parts of self I hold fearfully out…
lay in the alley behind the preacher’s house
alone in a pile of dried leaves
between two ole beat-up trash cans
cursing God and dad and life
planning out how to kill myself I did
The stories have been told in whispers down through the ages around campfire circles and even today intimated around certain dinner table gatherings But nowhere spoken more softly were these…
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 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…