Flow like a river spirit my dear child contort and shake, transcend your physical form all that matters is the energy you bring Return to the purity of childhood innocence with a deep understanding of all beings that have come before Interpret the omens with a swift foot and open heart for the creatures above
It was always there. A silent switch so still and static, vestigial as your camouflage, but there. Weighing you down like mercury, causing drag and taking space but there. Inside your brain, your heart, your gills, an implicit goal, a pure command, a yearning. One small fish, basking under the smiling moon. The chill it
this secret, tucked in the vault of my mind hidden in the holes in my heart buried behind my buttoned beak lol i promise – this will be my little secret before the water boils and bubbles over the pot – i promise i won’t tell i call you because i crave your caresses i
beating, battered and bruised her forlorn longing is not lost upon us despite splotches black and blue collected over years of affliction lol carrying on, day by day in an exasperated, and anguished type of way her incessant thumping, never halting, regardless of the purple & green that shapes mountains and valleys along her contoured
the snow is refracting the sun’s rays with an indistinct yellow aura – shades of blues and greens surround me as i walk through these woods block happy little trees dance in the breeze and i long to feel as free as these tiny specs floating through the air as the weight of the snow
we all need a reasona quantification of joy and sufferinga futile effort to veil our desolationperpetuated by our virulent fear of all unknown circumvent the unknownexist in the futurebecome like that of the futurenothing but mereconcept a concept died todaythere was no mourningupon its death it ultimately displayed vitalityas life in abundanceflourished from decomposition I
I got the material from a grandmothernot my grandmother, but a womanshe had borne childrenthey had borne childrenthere was a general striding of time that was appropriate to christen the cloth to make it deep with winter, spring, summer, Death to make the threadsto thread the threadsto ply the threadsto twine the threads with the
If you consider how many bears and humans are scattered across the north of Canada, it is incredible how few encounters there are between them. Despite this, I have had a few memorable encounters. The Scotland that I grew up in had no large wild animals such as tigers, lions, elephants or bears, so my
Bare rail bed, where tracks used to runcarrying ore and dreams of wealthnorth to Slocanbefore heading to the smelter in Revelstoke.The push for expansiona railroad rushing past homesteads in the lush valleypast lonely, wild places deep in the mountains. The path disappears into bright trees far ahead of me.An autumn sun, deliciously hot on my
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