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….

what…

what is it that moves me…? your belief in me…? the reflection i see of myself in your eyes…? the connecting of two bodies moving through each other…? the need of  our souls to touch…? your difference…? your sameness…?

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?

revisions….

“you should float between the borders” she says…

 

oh, but i do, I think…

i exist between the borders

have dwelt there, and here,

for a lifetime, or two, it seems…

 

between the borders that define sexuality,

between the borders that define culture,

between the borders that define identity,

between the borders of your skin and mine,

between this living in, and out, of my mind

 

boundaries defined, and blurred

 

celebration… and denial of self

knowing… and not

patience,,, and haste

 

between the boundaries that define

self and other

 

in the spaces

between our words,

where we make meaning….

 

in the places

between our bodies

where we pulled to connect….

 

in the energy

between our souls

where we yearn to know….

 

this is where i dwell……

play…

   “You are led

through your life time

  by the inner learning creature,

         the playful spiritual being

                that is your real self.”

 

                                   -richard bach

conversations in a hallway….

He announces, “We’re just conduits for god. God come into us. God comes out through us.”

            I stop for a moment and look at him, not knowing how to being to explain what he obviously does not understand about me. “If by ‘God’, you mean some entity external to ourselves, then there is no ‘God’. It’s not a part of my belief system.

            “But we cannot exist without God. It is what we are.”

“No”, I counter, “we are energy. All that is, all this world, what we can fathom, and what we cannot, is a kind of energy. The wonder of each of us, the wonder of the world, of the universe is energy. Sometimes I call it my spirit, sometimes my soul, but it is all energy that connects us”.

            “Do you believe in love?” he asks.

            “Yes”. 

            “Well, that is God”.