My autumn heart beats like the cold draft from the window May our days be full of crunching color like the sun shown through our ancient tapestry May the softening light meet us gently like a mother’s gaze upon our wilting earth May the darkness hold our tears like acorn…

Alchemical Rewilding

A Love Song to the State — after some indescribable sense of time where i might have been invisible or might have been an Amazonian Wild Thing who called upon the golden horn of Dionysus and raised high the candy apple thyrsus spear i woke up again one morning far away from home and also home felt my feet…

And my number is 109 Centered Triangular Bliss round edges sharp corners physical spirit Prime Twin Prime the tenth super prime the 11th nine 72 + 37 teth quoph Judas Iscariot Deus, laudem wholeness (108) + 1 countless patterns while one remains plugged into divine connection equilateral equilibrium ritual residing within form infinite natural 1101101 6D…

waking slowly within your arms held like a bird in a nest gently snugly my heart feels a neodymium pull toward you caressing my ribcage tenderly tapping winged impressions upon my hull my soul is flying homing within your wide open skies 202308

I hope you know I hope you know that I still love You Life And in gnoing That I care That I have and will And so do And will be On In Love With You know I still love you right? after left? after care? Like a leaf blown…

There’s a demon, or a few (such sacred friends) that I’ve made a home for Inside my heArt And oh! Land Ho! It’s such a beautiful place With wide open vistas, cool streams, mountain lakes, lothlorian forests, and desert cathedrals. Where inside is quiet, cool, and colorful and when you step…

the seed of another kind of awareness snaked through my veins moved into my heart welcomed Home buzzed about like a housewife making herself comfortable the stained glass windows lit up from the inside the stem cells seeped into each corner each crevasse as it stretched and grew brighter on…

I fell asleep watching YouTube (1:51:13) and woke up to the Inca being destroyed by the conquistadors. The strange smile on the narrator’s face. The weight of his words not really resonating within his voice. The Incas filled three huge rooms to ransom their leader with the sweat of the…