severed from my wings i am human again, i taste the subliminal poisons of annihilated seed. the congestion of feelings.
i have fallen from my heaven, my love-realm, with muddy wings, barely remembering the metabolism of paradise. i who try and outsmart death with visions of transcendence, have only outsmarted myself.
who rebels against the worm? if i allow the images to reform without endless interference by the industry of being human and be less in the mind, my true work may emerge.
i want to be liberated to the realms where suffering has no life , so i can experience the eternal.
is anybody out there?
XOXOciaoXOXOzzz
nisi
i have fallen from my heaven, my love-realm, with muddy wings, barely remembering the metabolism of paradise. i who try and outsmart death with visions of transcendence, have only outsmarted myself.
who rebels against the worm? if i allow the images to reform without endless interference by the industry of being human and be less in the mind, my true work may emerge.
i want to be liberated to the realms where suffering has no life , so i can experience the eternal.
is anybody out there?
XOXOciaoXOXOzzz
nisi
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existing things are connected through this
turning in opposite directions.
All things are full of souls & daimons... "
~ HERACLITUS
Love to you, sunlight dancer. Come visit me sometime . . .
it comes again. more than a whisper, the anticipating breath carries volumes. trembling trigger squeezing slowly upon deeply embedded delicate cords. The heavy vibration of densely rooted desire lifts through it's imprisonment and strains against hearts ramparts. sharp shudder inhale in hard the warm iron taste and wet moss tone. gulp down hard restraint and send searching on all fours in the wet earth for strength of sight the rising bone fragments and worms of long buried dreams ooze through revealed in torn bleeding fingers.
eyes closed embrace and release, seep out of thought and the whispers grow building and layering upon each other. wrapping warm the love and knowledge of deep and long history without regard to death. the ancient woven shared paths flash in frame stop motion heart flutter and warmth opiate flooding the mind, caressing the head and gently soothing the taught tension. cooing softly once again whispers. release...redemption. pray to keep this and hold it tight as a talisman...like a black feather sewn above the heart for which the wind carries angels flight forever.