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a stream eye let ~

to bear witness

to worship free 

to set my gaze inside the betweens

moments that been meeting me

vibration~
texture
‍ color
emocean
potentency
ærotic
gravity
devotion

a million tiny moments

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a million tiny moments 〰️

infinite depths that demand their living…

eye wonder ~

do we pass through them?

or do they pass through us?

eye wonder about my questions

what eye miss in the asking…

wonder ~

about the sentience of a moment
and it’s hunger to be lived
through body
undenied
survival
laughter
death
wind
a dancing
alive

simple truths
that merely whisper ~
they don’t need to beg
to stay real
and we arrive again and again
at the feet of their forever song

or we don’t. 

attention is never required for truth to be alive
the ocean doesn’t become less ocean
because we forgot
how to listen

truth got no interest in persuasion

but lies
they recruit

they scream in their obscene
to survive themselves

grief and joy
be a real thing
grief tells the truth
so that joy can remind us
that every moment is holy 

our lives be in the hands of us all 
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eye am making right now ~

creating

while also surviving ~

while also grieving ~

while also loving ~

while also being ~

tending to the art
that spills of me

eye in~joy these bodies of me so much


every ancestral motion
that protected this aliveness
dances in my breathing skins 

eye am a ritual

eye am transformation

from unending beginnings to unending ends

eye been a quiet thing
in this life
necessarily
motions that rose wise
to protect

we are programmed to perceive deviation as deviance

a
distinction
whose
consequences
are
as
wide
as
its
roots
are
colonized

living my truth
protecting sacred seed
tasting this living

savoring…

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unfolding myselves through currents
into tending
into bloom
into garden

into garden being gardened
and gardening again

mothering
mothering
mothering

practicing
practicing
practicing

becoming
becoming
be~coming

love that is inhabitable

love that doesn’t require erasure
love that doesn’t pretend or perform
love that doesn’t ask us to vacate the body
love that isn’t categorical
love that isn’t conditional

love that is witness
that is worship 

love eye believe 

love eye-be-live

and my identities
f
a
d
e

into currents
into tending
into living
into doing
into a prayer

into

eye am…

the falling on my face
and getting up again with scrapes
giggles and grace
tears and fear
rinse cycle
heat

repeat the real 

genesis~

re -ember to breathe, beloved

the Black of these bones
my forever beginnings
  a compass
infinitely beyond 

True North
be a motion we attune to 

my life be lifetimes ~

flooding
through each motion
of this making
the memory
in my aging body
breathing fire
and still be trembling 

a tapestry in the making

--- stitch
--- by ---
‍ ‍ stitch ---

mind has a place here

to remember it is not the elder of this wilderness

it is one voice among ancient rivers

apprentice to compass and sensation

witness before translation 

it dwells among the council
not upon the throne

the body is wise

my everything be covenant

council of waters

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council of waters 〰️

‍ surging into path 

consensual
these senses eye am
be well acquainted
breathe with the seasons
that have lived them

grace. 

eye reflect to me
just a trickle
of my days

everything that lives 
as part of this story
finds me 

what is mine 

w h i s p e r s m y n a m e s

abundantly. 

and what is not…

eye let drift like cloud
in its freedom…

Nothing Meets Without Consequence

this blue world has been practicing

its wet unfolding a very long time

humanity is a humble blink of Earthstory

the body did not evolve inside a civilization

it evolved inside tides

inside fungal exchange

inside seasons

inside countless relationships

that preceded language

a wisdom billions of years old

when the listening was different ~

Earth's rivers don't attend workshops on yielding

it's forests don't memorize theories of reciprocity

and hawks don’t need to convince the wind to participate

life is.

and it has always known

how to become itself

what if an invitation of now

isn’t so much to invent

a better way of living ~

but to cultivate a remembering

a way of listening for

the ways that life

has already long been relating…

well before the perceiving

well before the languaging

well before the maneuvering

an invitation to witness ~

root meeting stone

fungus meeting fallen tree

tide meeting shoreline

wind meeting wing

grief meeting play

life has long been

practicing relationship

to feel with

to be with

perhaps this is one of consent’s

oldest languages

relationships that are continually unfolding

cultivating atmosphere

throughout the living world

throughout our living bodies

and we can witness it’s consequences

any practice begins with attention ~

not fixing

not mastering

not becoming good

simply noticing ~

humble.

honest.

attention becoming a presence

that can notice breath

can notice what is all around us ~

inviting

s p a c i o u s n e s s

in the between

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What changes

when eye meet this moment

with curiosity instead of certainty?

What becomes possible

when eye stop organizing myself

around being right or good

and begin organizing

as witness…

abundantly within myselves

abundantly within the atmospheres

we all participate in

and the ways our participation

animates the architectures between us

and the earth

and the truth ~

nothing meets without consequence

What does this body already know?

What is the quiet life between the knowing…

and my interpretations of it?

What is this moment asking of me

and as we

notice

and notice

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n
d

n
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c
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we can begin to recognize patterns

and as we recognize patterns

our ways of meeting the world can begin to change…

not through a reliance on rules or scripts

but because practicing attention

allows perception to become more intimate

and we can live

we can witness

the consequences of those small shifts

accountably.

beyond any romanticization

some movements will cultivate spaciousness

others, contraction

some we will witness deepen trust

others, diminish it

And what if we didn’t organize this around

punishments & rewards?

moralities of right and wrong?

nature is consequential

…not punitive

invitations alive ~ to keep noticing

so we can adjust.

listen again.

choose again.

witness again.

practice is never an arrival

it is remaining available to noticing ~

remaining available to what relationship

is communicating

What if liberation isn’t a destination

waiting for us somewhere ahead?

What if it begins to breathe the moment attention itself

re-embers how to witness

for what is present

wherever life is in communion…


within ourselves

between each other

as community

as river

as poem

as grief

as joy

as dance

as culture

life ~

What if the world evolved into collective compass

beyond infrastructures of collective moralities?

What if we nourished a compass

that leads away from

architectures of dominance

and into atmospheres of consent

a rising born of wisdoms Earth has always carried…