#19

my left shoulder linked me to the world as one pivotal point connecting my intuition to reality it allowed me to extend my hand easily   and then it was hit and then this left shoulder froze up and then it didn’t want to move any more and it rebelled against any kind of movement…

#6

i don’t care who gets the ring who wears it who has the lamps and the cleaning supplies and don’t you know there are hearts now everywhere? like the kind that said hellooooo and after a long yawn and that the stuff is no longer here i don’t care split it a million ways and…

#5

more confused than angry more stuffed away than needing to speak more afraid of meaning than feeling more resentful than righteous more betrayed than mistrustful more disgusted than indulgent more agitated more disappointed more hurt more angry about the understanding than the experiencing such a fleeting moment it lingers longer than is comfortable then is…

pay attention

to the way in which despite the cuts from endless sources the emerging growth an interruption of thought glimmers softly along your walk please pay close attention

heat for the pain

the heat makes the pain go away deep on the other side of the skull brain pounding  tightening with heat it cracks open millions of stars come outside in between the lines the crags and cracks steam rising boiling off ache the pain subsides it doesn’t become painful to exhale nothing deep within the nose…

to make right

ache deep within that permeates to the bones an ache that will be released deepness of the pain but there is relief the sinews soothed the muscles the cords unraveled smoothed and with this restoration even stronger connectedness to parts unlinked sigh exhale  as you let go deeper into the heart deeper to meet the…

holding space

a friend once told me a story  he said “if someone is to get hurt let it be me” let it be me in moments where anxiety produces  the feeling of irritation separation from society a feeling of hopelessness  i ask the same  if there is to be pain, let it come from me i…

broken

body aches and cracks into a million pieces spilling onto the ground like shards of glass and feet nearby dangerously close to stepping on it cutting like skin puncture wound to the soul and deep inside the body are all these linkages and connections but we gotta go the long way now since we’re blocked…

healing

sometimes  you stumble across a piece of your life  that gives you a tremendous amount of pain inwardly the emotional self wants to scream or cry  but the disciplined self keeps you  quiet  and breathing  staring straight head and the one thrashes around while the other stays still the other one doesn’t ignore the pain…