you are living at a remote placeit has desert light: bleached & bright you have thoughts like: this is perfect loveyou are amazed you made this your home walking around in all this space & pleasureyou lift up your arms and feel like flying you take off, then gets liftedor caught by the buoyancy much higher than you inteded,in real life it is storming out, relentlessly: all is shaking & trembling each hour of each day into the night is a strenuous distance to covereven when being inside, still:it is not exactly scary, more like a rite
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08.07.2021
here’s two more thoughts: what if this is a non-verbal & pre-language conditioned dilemma what if all choices are progress out of prolonged girlhood into womanhood
04.14.2020
twin plateau —said, that all flourishing is reciprocal
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
01.07.2020
that they have blushing plumage conical seed-eating beaks that their beaks are dark in summer and light yellowish in winter that they forage for seeds, especially thistle seeds and that these grow blushing flower-heads when blooming
11.17.2019
— i love the ants out here as well ; gracious and relentless i want to be too
10.27.2019
— light as milk the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat the light is endemic to this world —or it is not the hauls and calls are wild and fill the air as light the creatures are endemic to this world —or they are not let’s say they are; let’s say these are the real beings and we are merely alive to hear their hauling and reply when we listen, it will make them exist as seeds of life in other worlds like; if our clay bodies are ablaze attentively in light the milk of listening will make…
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