Tagged water

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

01.18.2020

2 ) oracle the yucca, as flags in your remeberence; their soft rattling seed pods in dry breeze. how the seeds float in slow motion downwards; dark spots in your line of thoughts. at night the plant resembles a devil’s head against the thick sky. two tall stems as antennas rises from the round shape. someone has been digging holes out in the desert. beast and critters are alive in the night. you hear them calling each other; there’s a human, there’s a human. the human resembles a sailor and the desert is a shoreline with the ocean at the…

01.17.2020

1 ) oracle at the top of the yucca, wren is sitting. shiny seeds falls from the opening pods. it’s calls rises. twin boys walk the trail this morning. heat is rising too. last full moon they went out scouting; their father told them the captain comes out at night. they’re digging a sailor trap. preparing for next chance to catch him

01.16.2020

0 ) oracle at the beginning oracle is not a place, it is land among land; warm yellow boulders and banana yucca. oracle is a ship sailing the cap horn and a man named the land o r a c l e to manifest same good fortune there. not the fortune of cap horn: of the vessel that sailed the horn

06.09.2019

— pinse jeg stoler på kranerne der løfter elementer ovenpå hinanden, til de langsomt eller hurtigt afskærer udsigten; tagene af bygninger på den anden side af havnen forsvinder, synker ned i afstanden mellem nye bygninger der fortætter byen opad.  kraners lange halse og sindige bevægelser; elementerne danner vertikale rum i luften, der var udsigten. elementerne er nøgne, deres skind bliver mørkt i regn, hullerne der bliver vinduer og altandøre er sky ansigter. armeringsjern stikker ud og op; afventer flere etager. henover pinsen står kraner stille. henover pinse falder lyden af trafik. blomster-vaflerne på kastanierne lyser. hornfiske-yngel vokser. mursejlernes skrig flyder…

07.06.2019

— yes, i am. got jellyfish stings high up on inner thighs while swimming this evening, didn’t see invertebrate cause of sun’s low reflection in water; pain and felt such longing for arctic water in the fjords, perceived; endless friendly, endless gentle miss it, miss the light, miss moving, miss whales, miss dreaming of whales. trying to focus on nice things here like; swifts diving in air, scent of blooming linden or loved one’s happy faces inside restless restless, waiting for this landing to end and leaving for the desert which is also an ocean of pleasure. once a friend at navajo nation said; “i like it everywhere” –…