December 2010
2 posts
Self Love
A rhythmic breathing up and down the spine,
the voice softer, more refined,
inflecting with german folk singers,
feeling a vague nostalgia and a grand love.
Welcoming
Opening
Resonating
Vibrating
With the comfort of God’s Food, theobroma, I look out
at my own displays, formulations, postures. This poise
must be real. I am in it, so there is its reality.
Shoulders drawn up, remembering that they are pendants,
struggling to let them hang. Struggle to let nature take its
course. My appendages. My hang ups would be finished
if I let them...