beads these are the last days before work close in these are the days before being confined again what will you do? —what did you do as it all turned upside down work evaporate and confinement inverts with ambulances sailing our vacant streets birds singing them onwards, towards the water the whale’s mouth waiting wide open at the harbor swallowing hundreds a day her eye, a dark bead of glowing maternal recognition as she bless their return and grants them her quieting
writings
04.14.2020
twin plateau —said, that all flourishing is reciprocal
04.01.2020
—still, this sweetest fragrance of an undisturbed spring
03.02.2020
beads in the morning small feather or shell shows herself with her creamy alluvian fan of whipped white, the round shape presents a reference point on your mental horizon: no sunlight in the days here pale hours throughout winter inside her form is spring-embryo gently pulling at your heart: repeat, repeat repeat
03.01.2020
beads said, yes i’d love to come back though working now. have to obey; the hours, the days —like beads, weighing against each other mirroring repetition, unable to know what is real and what is repeated yes, i’d love to come back; what is now and what has past said, what is lost stay lost the pain so abandoned; one can hardly recall or mirror the cause i’d love to come back —i’d love
02.27.2020
many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…
02.14.2020
imbolc in the night of imbolc. the sailor shows herself her eyes are yes and shinning petals saying: what are your obstacles and what do they look like what is our work and what will come (out) of it
01.21.2020
light as milk: the light is soft and fractal like dreaming; a cave-opening in sandstone formation darkness emanates and fill the air as light reach you, pass through you and snow falls as choruses
01.20.2020
light as milk: the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat animal hauls are wild and fill the air as light these are the real beings and we are solely alive to hear their hauling and reply
01.19.2020
3 ) oracle two boys are twins and doubling the father
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