Words heave, tease and rumble,
running beneath furrows of my skin,
under folds and cracks and pores,
arcing through bone, lining my vacant eye with shadow
like crystalline shorelines, metamorphosed
from emptiness into being.
The space between us
breathes like flame swept on a wind
to lick, lightly caressing its tongue
on the coarse, damp fabric of existence,
I feel summer filling me with a warm-whelmingness. I feel like a lily, melting below the sun. What is that glowing orb? Ahh my retinas! --says the Cascadian. Life is distracting me from myself at every corner. Calls for synchronicity that I terribly deny in an effort to complete a chapter in my life. How do you follow your heart and your head at the same time?
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
