habits…

mind
chatters,
and heart
spasms…

trying to hold on to
old habits
of existance…

while
spirit
waits
patiently
to be known…
and to

   just

          let

               go…

regeneration…

goddess
in me,
denied too long…

kept
in shadow
no longer…

i hold
her soul
in my hands,
and watch….

like mercury
attracting like,
she (re)forms
to heal,
and inhabit…
being
as i was
born(e)
to be….

dissonance…

i choose
to live
in peace,

while
war gods
thunder
their names
through
my being….

willing
me
to acknowledge
their presence….

raven…

ganhada di pdeegu

do i claim affinity
with
trickster?

an altering,
alternate
self?

what would
the
world
be like
if
txamsm
had been
a woman?

(m)ad (h)atter

there
was a time
when what i
thought
mattered,
(did)…..
and now
it doesn’t …..
and
there will be
another
time
when what matters
now
…..won’t.

so…..
does what matter
to me now
matter…..?

say it enough times and nothing (matters)…..

transcend….

what do you see

when you

look

at me?

 

my flesh?

 

soft

and abundant…

 

my eyes?

 

dark

and seeking…

 

my heart?

 

healing

and resiliant …

 

or

my soul?

 

wind…

she is alive…

hearing her howl,

feeling her wrath

snake

         through me…

 

there are

stories

of her,

told to children,

heard

      from the trees…

 

older than the mountains,

she is force,

she is fear,

she is life,

 

i bow

         humbled…

water

she pulls at me,

twirling and swirling

around my body,

beseeching

me to join

her….

 

deceptively

sensuous,

inviting…

deadly

in her yearning…..

fire

dwelling with(in) me

and

with(out)

 

the fire

seeking oxygen

 

feeding

the flame

that will

consume me……