The spot of shadow
Pulled to the corner
A test of resolve to
First love herself
A foreign brain pattern
Against preverbal imprints
Directing her towards
Unworthy arms
The spot of shadow
Pulled to the corner
A test of resolve to
First love herself
A foreign brain pattern
Against preverbal imprints
Directing her towards
Unworthy arms
Interrupting the melancholy of absence
I dreamed we were sitting
In the backseat of a Mayan taxi
Cobblestone drifting below
Red, orange, and pink patterns
Fluttering strands
Between us and the sun
I couldn’t help myself
Blissed by presence
I stroked your foot with mine
Cuddled my face into your neck
You said, “I am a pool of water”
And I knew exactly what you meant
In still air and changing light
While giving horses alfalfa
A snapping twig turned my eyes to
Feminine power, shape-shifting creativity
Revealing herself
From the forest across dried grass
Entering the corral through its broken-open gate
In high black boots and sleek red jacket
Bold, light steps obscured her behind a berm
I nervously circled behind the stalls
And waited beneath oaks for her next move
Cresting the threshold to follow my path
She reappeared
And sat facing me in the warmth before twilight
Like she arranged our appointment
We gazed at each other for so many breaths that
A new world opened
And she guided me
Into the space between realms
(Cover art by Hannah Willow @hannahwillow.artist)
Water cascading in ribbons down mountains
Traveling through gorges, forests, and meadows
Gliding over rocks and boulders immense
Softening rough edges, each one to her will
Shifting into nourishment, soil, and roots
Exhaling as oxygen through pine needle tips
Letting go into sky into freedom into space
Transforming my heart into Divine living faith
In the womb of winter
Deep and dark
I give of myself so completely
Shedding and stripping
My scales of defenses
Surrendering
Who I am in this armor
Until all that is left of me
Is a seed
Of light, of truth
From which to expand and create
A new life
In verdant hills I released myself
Of the bondage we built
And I maintained
Long after
You had set me free.
In the space I created
Spirit formed mist
And settled into valleys
Holding inspiration
And preludes of wings.
May a river of love
Cascade through your being
May your soul grow
In the lush landscape of peace
Your words are a tuning fork
Sounding the vibration
That harmonizes my heart
Hey Friends! If you enjoy my art and writing, now is the perfect time to send me some love. I am running a fundraiser through my Etsy shop for my interactive art installation, Varanasi Sage, which I’m showing in Center Camp at Burning Man this year. It’s a dream come true, but it requires updates and repairs because I’m showing it in a completely new way.
The gift for a donation is a brand new collection of my poetry and a 3 inch sticker. I love this new collection, which contains some of my favorites from the past few years mixed with prose to create a narrative arc. This is my first collection of poetry, and I’m excited to share it with you as a gift for donating to my art fundraiser! I am only offering these items during the fundraiser and that only goes until August 24.
Your support means the world to me, and it truly makes a difference.
Everything in my shop will go towards this project, and you can also help by sharing this with your friends. I hope you will join me in this journey! The links to the Varanasi Sage fundraiser and my shop homepage are below. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day. ![]()
You are as deep and wide as the ocean
Free and spacious as the sky
More luminous than a thousand suns
And lovelier than wildflowers dancing with bees