May spotty skies of dog fur and loving eyes lap you with the wet kisses of clouds overhanging unconditionally all you ever felt or believed May you break into the abyss of laughter and shout for joy as the Eden of allowing rewilds you from edges hardened by too much time in houses and buildings May you grow green canopies for hair, feeling the wafted chemical messages of trees in the branching tentacles of your interbeing brain and heart (more…)
Walking across the kitchen to turn off a light The hot water of a shower, wet hair, fingertips and the flow of motion Not really one thing then another, not even a moment to be found Just flow And then no flow to be found, but moments, things again, seemingly Shifting like this, until it just opens –
you arc around the edges of what they say rainbow shimmered alive by the molecules of water and air you resonate with your voice startling the sky, moving tides with the moon of your laughter you swim in the wide ocean of no-dividing-lines redefining the real with waves from your spiraling-insistent imagination(more…)
I had a realization today, talking to someone who was working as a teller at a bank.
She’d just come over to the counter, and I walked out from behind the rope line (which I’m realizing now are generally used outside fancy clubs or events like the Oscars to hold back fans and media – so why in banks? – but I digress).
What I noticed about her, standing there with the fancy black counter between us, and the panes of glass on either side, with security cameras behind her head like floating paparazzi (bear with me on these celebrity metaphors – I have no idea where they’re going) was her awkwardness.