patchwork
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
〰️
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
.
.
.
.
.
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…
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
〰️
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…
