I’m navigating a field of dark something-ness Sitting quiet in morning air
In these cavities where my soul perceives life, I seek a heightened energy
Laying hidden behind wrinkled skin tucked tightly into two beds of compact tissue in this moment they rest purposefully as if sitting behind window curtains
They serve a common purpose when prompted, To identify objects in this limiting dimensional plane.
Some days when I come here, I wander aimlessly across battle-torn countries of thought It is essential to let the river take them Watching them pass as an observer instead of the instigator Feeling the depth of their sting grow distant
Sinking deeply into the dimension where we live beyond bodies
Where I am a bee pollinating the flower I am the bird calling out in a resounding plea I am the wind pushing through bamboo forests
Until breath inhaling and collapsing my cadaver becomes less of a grounding cord And the mat placed beneath with intention is no longer a chain to the ground
There is now no face to inhabit, The world; a faint memory of molding
Here the wind isn’t quite invisible Temperature is not affected by her power Bearing colors, intentions and tranquility
throwing stones into the lake i discovered the dog likes to chase the staccato splashes as the surface of the water is broken with inexpressible joy pebbles were tossed individually and by handfuls as i watched the playful bounding for over half an hour
unfortunately i had not spotted the fisherman further along the water's edge rolling eyes and shaking head as wave after wave of rippled chaos disturbed his lure and line scaring away anything he had hoped to catch
it wasn't my intention to embarrass you perhaps i acted rashly but knowing what he said to you made me livid, would it have been better to have treaded bashfully i cannot stand for my friends to be treated so nastily myself is another matter entirely i have a problem letting things go maybe i need to grow
There is something in the air no more ice nor vampire lairs The sun rules over night and brings forth all things bright And the flowers greet him with glee all shining and rising among the **** As the maiden smiles to her tummy her child smiles back in the shape of a bunny It's the breath of spring, balance and growth with it brings So let us blossom my dear make our intention and power clear
Merry Ostara to all who celebrate. To those who don't, I wish you to blossom this spring
Imagine, I'm laying in your bed. Beneath your covers. On your pillow. In your arms. Imagine, you press your thumb to my lower lip, and you can hear my heart beating like a hammer. You remake my ribcage with your fingertips, and you teach me a new language with your mouth. You touch me with intention. Imagine, I let you. I uncurl. Moonlight filters in through the window and pours over us. That silky-white illumination is reflected in your eyes and it touches you so softly, I could scream. And the exquisite truth of it all is, that if you ever did get to touch me, I think I would die.