Sometimes In life All you need Is someone to pop the pimples On your back, Or pick out the food from your hair, Like a monkey. Except maybe the human Doesn't also eat the food.
A spiritual meditation involving the question: what will be here when we are gone? https://youtu.be/YVTD_4s2lik
Every moment Is an apocalypse of the self, A turning of our hopes and dreams to sand. What we had built: nothing. What we had longed for: a puff of smoke. In this way, Even our lives as a whole can be viewed As nothing more than a planting of seeds, A fertilization… Continue reading Apocalypse
If there was ever a natural order, It is the part of you that knows To press a wound to stanch the blood, That knows to place cool cloth on the forehead Of the incapacitated, That knows. Women have always been The knowers of this knowledge, Sacred protectors and keepers Of their children. Show… Continue reading The natural order