All the space in between
the red orange yellow green blue black purple of we inside the binary we be housing one light between the 0 and 1 of we the everything and nothing takes form how do our colors come together an ecstatic orgasm manifest as we these bodies these Bhodi- Sattvas of the Earth space ships held in resonance vibrating into existence charting the distance between points of light darkness becomes the blood of space like crude oil to Earth Raw and unrefined the fuel of being unseen where we become colored in time like dye cast upon the ether revealing the dance of we the speed and frequency of how we change into one another of how we bleed from color to color infra red heat light bodies ignited in Love we are here in the bearing sea below the surface in the suffering place to reunite to traverse the space between to explore the spectrum and plant our feet in the shifting find us coming together in and out of being
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Heed the warning of her rumbling
and the symphony of their feet seeking refuge with each step Where there is fire there is kindling Where there are veils there are lies pull the thread of consent out of the garment of hate witness the unraveling and release it into the flames die and be reborn in the ashes come together like cinder block build this house and pave the streets with compassion 10/10/18
Cover me in waves of colorful grace Woven together for strength Laid gently like liquid Upon the subtle me Enveloped and protected From crest to trough In the rise and fall Of tidal frequencies Please cover me In waves of colorful grace As this energy Ripples through me Open
Towards the light Of the Moon Swim In a borderless knowing Emotions in motion Making space for life Making space for Love Dilate and distill Catch the spill of wisdom Dripping from the womb Until your cup is full Then pour it on her Earth In libation For all that has been Sacrificed Open Towards the light Of the moon Revel in her shimmering A bare witness Bearing witness To the back and forth Of her tides Bones shifting Like tectonic medicine Under the command Of the unseen New beings Arise From this space Of her openness Leaning towards The light of the Moon |
AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
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