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I pour my body onto the floor

and let the ground receive my weight

as the earth receives the rain

gently soaking in it’s moist embrace

filling it’s emptiness with weightless love.

I roll my elbows against the dirt

and let the dust penetrate my skin

as the air fills the void,

quiet and unseen in it’s quivering dance

of birds and winds and timeless specs of stars.

I hold my hand to meet your hand

and let our fingers tell the story

as the trees sing poems yet unsung

reaching their branches to the skies

to write upon them the rootless words of silence.

I give into your body

and let your essence sink into my essence

as seeds of life sink into boundless wombs

spreading their genes upon a hollow canvas

to create new dawns, new beginnings, new worlds.

The path of love

You walk a fragile path, my child,

you walk the path of love

and as you venture through the wild

as lightly as a dove

don’t seek permission to take off

nor leave to fly above.

You walk your anguish and your hurt,

you freeze on riffles’ sound

and as you linger through the dirt

as shaky as the ground

don’t mind the bullets that you’ve dodged

nor exit wounds you’ve found.

You walk a lonely road sometimes,

no shortcuts and no breaks

and as you count your countless crimes

as harsh as your mistakes

don’t be so quick to draw the line

nor judge your childish aches.

You walk with no one by your side

To guide you on your way

yet as you walk over your pride

as humble as the prey

don’t  underestimate the grace
that shadows your dismay.

(dedicated to Vera

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Be gentle with yourself

Be gentle with yourself
as you would be gentle
with a stranded seashell on the shore,
and the River shall gently carry you
back to the numinous sea,
for you carry the seed of fierce waters
within the shell
of your womb.

Be gentle with yourself
as you would be gentle
with a wounded deer
and the Earth shall gently embed your roots
into the yielding soil,
for you carry the seed of splendid antlers
within the hollow
of your mind.

Be gentle with yourself,
as you would be gentle
with a fallen bird
and the Wind shall gently lift you off
into the misty air,
for you carry the seed of mighty wings
within the nest
of your shoulder blades.

Be gentle with yourself,
as you would be gentle
with a burned out firefly
and the Fire shall gently ignite a spark
atop a soaring mountain,
for you carry the seed of astounding flames
within the walls
around your heart.

Weed blessing

How does one even begin

to drain the hate under their skin,

to squeeze it in and spit it out,

to clear the vessels clogged with doubt?

How does one begin to trust

when evil wills and evil must,

when anger bites and anger thrives

on words that cut like poignant knives?

How does one begin to see

that which was drowned beneath the sea,

that which was cast in such disguise

that it befell on blinded eyes?

How does one begin to feel

the tombstone weight that made them kneel,

the legacy of hurt and sorrow,

the prophecy of doom tomorrow?

How does one begin to love

from down below to high above,

from wretchedness to gratitude,

from loneliness to solitude?

How one does, I do not know

I weave my verses on the go,

I sow my dreams with timely seeds
I bless my flowers and my weeds.

Now you are free

Now you are free

And not because you are finally healed

But because you wear your bruises and scars

In the open

Now you are free

And not because you have arrived

But because you realized you were already

Home

Now you are free

And not because all your duties are met

But because you found peace amidst

Chaos

Now you are free

And not because you can travel the world

But because you are exploring the world

Within

Now you are free

And not because you have untied yourself from the other

But because you opened your heart to

Love

Now you are free

And not because you finally dared to speak up

But because you found solace in

Silence

Now you are free

And not because you are fearless

But because you have fearfully tamed your

Fear

Now you are free

And not because you are unbound from earthly things

But because you are no longer driven by

Desire

Now you are free

And not because you have finally earned enough spare time

But because you found timelessness in your own

Breath

Now you are free

And not because you loosened the grip of your chain

But because you found your true voice

Unchained

Now you are free
And not because you finally forgave the injustice inflicted upon you
But because you blessed yourself with
Forgiveness 

Now you are free

And not because you are finally good enough

But because you just realized that you were always
Enough

Now you are free
And not because you claimed back your freedom
But because you just allowed for complete
Surrender

The wanderer

And as I pin my bones

deep down inside this chair,

I stretch my legs onto the seas

in hope to find you there.

We shall grow fish scales on our soles

and algae in our hair.

And as I dye my elbows

in bloody corporate red,

I arch my arms onto the skies

my feather-fingers spread.

The wind shall carry our good byes,

on airy star dust threads.

And as I tuck my children

in bedsheets stained with hope,

I cast my thoughts down the abyss

To bargain for some rope.

For what are bones but anchors moored

in dreams kaleidoscopes?