tru madre tierra es me...

luving thru the last licks of fear


im opening
rising
surprising myself

this girl-mind,
once so untrained

is swiftly
mopping up
its mess


II my luvs’ past luv

there was something
in your spin

i felt it too

when i peered
into the abyss
hidden behind
your brown eyes

i shivered for weeks,
feeling fresh ghosts
inside me move

i saw my past
and future selves in you

rejecting
a strength
in you

rejecting
a strength
in me

i now remember
to believe
in the transcendence
of we.



rhythm][me


im loving me boo
through the last licks of fear

tending my wounds
'n remembering my use

releasing & hydrating the mind.

today


i am

breath in & out


my healing hands

full of endless light

dote & rock

live-in
worry-dancer
mental-frames

into bliss


chest liberates
in & out

as i
remember
my mind's eye

is fated
to believe
in me.




ready

feeling
guitless
'bout these mind trips


as i dipdip


she spirals
in her glory
'round me

she spirals
fo' free

an instigator

shouting silence
between
our dendrites


we release.

Remembering Our Roots; Tending to Our Seeds

On Academic & Personal Wellness

[This is a working title, so bear with me. ]



...so here's how it went down & how it's goin' [...right now]

On that glorious
sun beaming day
my limbs hung on my sockets with an unordinary trust;
i felt fuller than usual, the excessive worry-burst imaginations that commonly trapezed the lands of my mental reality were quiet in their beds (later I learned that they, the uneven thought forms, in clear discernible fact, had not self-directed their quietude, but, instead had succumbed with great f{r}ight to the fire of love that was glowing in my deep.lagoon.swoonpit during all of my lifespaces!

((((((00000000000000000000000000000000000000))))


there was something in the air on 24th & San Pablo, a scent I'd only recently woken up to. This scent was familiar, winding its way in and out of the energetic circumference that is me. A character implanted into the sssssweetlyreceptive mind/body whispers "why did it take so long for me to smell...that...those roses...they are wilting...and i am a gardener..."


the wise woman in me interjects..."It doesn't matter...you're...here now....DO...."