slender; shades of camel hyde and desert mountains
finger beads of slow breath and spirit.
i do not pray, ask or expect
graze tasbih¹ carved of wood
and holy intention.
¹tasbih- prayer beads.
i wish for cool sand to texture wiggling daring toes
moonbeams bounce twinkles off deepened
blue of black hue
slow dance with you of seashell eyes,
with star-drenched night,
if both will have me
sea-drum rhythm, flutes of romance and fantasy
almost in flight from flying so high on whims and fancy
our dreams are never too big.
sinking through soil, damp.
i am nurtured again today.
i tend to myself as only i could
with seeds of new beginnings,
clear, flowing water for my healing.
yes, i see myself growing.
slow but season’s are inevitable
and the rain will surely come,
surely it will come.
so all of me’s rest inside the millions,
no trillions of pounds, no tons,
of brown thick forever earth.
i am not still but resting,
breathing quiet, inching upwards
towards all that is reaching in-
my life, my sun.
i let it penetrate every direction
of body and it does with
and you, my dear dear friend,
walking through all my layered beings,
my infinite experience of
what was, is and going to be.
you, my wandering friend,
will have so much of me to know.
i warn you, my friend of adventure,
you may get lost down my many many paths-
i sometimes do too.
but i only want you to find me,
find so much of me and all of me
that you will not be led astray,
at least not for too long.
here’s the trick, friend-lover-stranger,
and don’t go loosely spilling words, or
spill… who cares:
the fruit that i bear leads you
back home to me. so let your lips
wrap over my round and curved,
sweet berried memories coat insides
as i make my way down you-
and you will know where to go,
you will know where to go.
(15 minute free write: an orchard of you/ an orchard of me. @ Sugar Cane, a writing workshop for QWOC)
she couldn’t get out of her warmth today; filling up the spaces between limbs, toes, breasts, under neck. sun shining in, there was a glow about arina lying there in bed. she always had this about her as if light just craved her company.
“we were laying there for hours, xara, like lions in the shade- with nothing to do, nothing to fear.” aya’s eyes shifted to the outsides in the window, mouth smiling like she was tasting something familiar and sweet, again.
“talking happened. talking, sharing, feeling. feeling the pain of yesterday, the ease of today, feeling our bodies intertwined in those shapes of puzzles and twists, melting into each other like comfort. we were sunday on a saturday.”
we will not be afraid.
we will cultivate our power deep within us
that power that has been with us
since our evolution into living
that power that exists whole and
beyond in who we’ve become
and who we will be
and we will not be afraid.
take root in earth’s body.
penetrate its brown skin,
sink downward to connect
root. to. root
finding strength in unity
finding stillness in our strength
for the elements will shake you
but you, my powerful ones, will move
move with the elements that
earth generously gives
whether it be fire, water, wind of air
whether it be of your desires or distastes
the earth gives to you generously
all that you will ever need
to become so wholly, so fiercely
(this is a moonspell conjured under the lunar eclipse, the full moon and the power of the bleeding cunt)
loss converts into change when we accept, in body, the truths of nonattachment and impermanence. loss then becomes nothing to fear.
i feel my heart as i ground my breath.
i do this on days that feet are stone stiff breaking earth with each step.