beating, pulsing, vibrating simultaneous, polyrhythmic. discordant, harmonious. all at once. pulling her forward, almost against her will. impulses and desires emanating from a brimming, full heart there’s no choice but to participate. movement. dance. flow. life. breath. awakening. all the while swimming in deep waters of solitude.
i mistook your mask your art for the expansiveness of your heart. your music sang of depths and heights. your notes expressed wisdom and truth. your words resonated light and dark. thus, i assumed you too could take in the breadth of our existence. the fortitude to dig deeper seeking liberation. raging against, breaking … More Fury, a poem
Who is well-versed in the practice of love? I am. Listening to your words, and what’s unspoken. Hearing your longing. Respecting your vulnerability. Being fascinated by the way you think. Being curious about what makes you tick. It’s a pleasure just watching you. Putting up with you when you’re insufferable and unbearably annoying. Not turning away when … More The Practice of Love, a poem
backbones get built vertebrae by vertebrae with every victory with every heartache with every triumph with every shattering with each awakening they become sturdy bearing the weight of new consciousness embodying self-love strengthened, emboldened
You are Art. Face Limbs Hands Feet Torso Heart. Art in physical form.