you do not need to call my name
to tell me you love me.
we are from lives past;
my name will die when
my spirit carries on.
carry me in your spirit and
i will live lives with you.
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Category Archives: goodness of the universe.
a riddle.
i find growth in darkness.
i am nourished by impermanence.
and
even in youth, i am wise.
what am i?
creative observation #17: 12/12/12 @12:12 AM
it curves. in heat it draws my attention closer as every fall and opening begin to tug at the senses of my awakened self. intimacy begets intimacy. between each atom, much exists. to feel that inbetweenness, that delicious emptiness- the emptiness of being exactly as inbetween is in that moment- empty of ego, conditioning, craving or delusion. i want to live in that space inbetween.
—
in observation of the movement of and senses within my fingers.
creative observation #16
organic and ever-moving phenomena, you are always open and receiving- connection and connected is who you are. when all else feels difficult, when disconnect is where i want to return, you are here patiently awaiting my arrival.
happiness is a practice.
every day, may i recommit myself to happiness, the happiness of myself and the happiness of those around me, near and far, known and unknown.
strings of erratic beauty.
to be like jellyfish-
with embodied openness,
dynamic flexibility,
and
a quiet that speaks in
colorful spectacular.
—
your gaze wraps around every inch of flesh,
around
and
around,
like a web from which i cannot be freed.
and may i never be-
free from every melody of i love you
every symphony of kiss and orgasm,
may i never be free from you, my beloved.
and if freedom arrives one mournful day,
may i be caught once again by you,
whisper to soul,
in lifetimes soon to come.
imaginings.
i want to experience walking in rain with you, with our shoes off, feeling the wetness of ground meeting sole. our walk slow to match slow breath. and we’ll be like those two people in the movies who go falling in love under raindrops and thunderstorms. the only differences between us and them are our lovestruck hearts beat underneath breasts and that this isn’t pretend. and then, let’s hold hands as we run in the middle of storm-toned pavement back into our dry home, laughing, shivering and feeling our bodies adjust to the change, searching for warmth. we only need to turn the left knob all the way left and wait. wait as dew and clothes slide off skin onto cold tiled floor. wait for water to soften hard white porcelain, wait for it to rise high enough so our whole beings can drop in… together. together the waiting ceases and our bodies heat to a temperature that warrants in us something more than just taking a nice warm bath.
creative observation #14
we are two puzzle pieces fitting into each other just right. you know, the type of right that knows where each curve and corner is without thought passing through minds, the type of right where edges brush up against before aligning, the type of right that magnetizes connection in the mere meeting of two bodies and spirits.
it is the easy and gentle type of right; from uncertainty to unshakability type of right; the sometimes confusing but workin our brains and heart out type of right.
it is the us type of right that we are.
and again…
and again, israel attacks gaza.
and again, it strikes to kill
those who have endured
decades of children knowing
the ear-deafening sound of death,
of grandparents fighting to survive not only 1948 but
each war, attack, daily persecution
since.
and again,
and again,
and again, israel attacks gaza.
and again, it strikes to kill
palestinian resistance
for calm and quiet evenings,
for laughter uninterrupted,
for celebrations unfamiliar with death,
for the necessities that are now luxuries.
and again,
and again,
and again, israel attacks gaza.
and again it strikes to kill
the determination that carries the people
the heart that beats “liberation”
the fists that spring revolution.
but again,
but again,
but again, palestine rises
in struggle,
in power
and with
the people.
in the process of being 