DREAMS
8.21.19
id rather wander, lost for a while
than to stay where i dont belong
looking for the psychic
soulful kinship one requires.
an angel goes out and lets stories – that is life, happen to him.
me subsequently
i work with these stories…
water them with my blood and tears and his laughter.
maintaining my connection to wild
asking myself what it is i want
sorting seed from dirt.
stop. feel. listen to your body.
following does not mean limiting yourself
let your shine be the match where they lack
bone by bone
hair by hair,
wolf comes back
through night dreams
events half understood
and half remembered
important discriminations to make here
what beckons, and things that call from my soul
something mouthwatering will not necessarily satisfy the hunger
of intuition.
i know my role
as a creature of mud and water
my soul requires seeing
in a culture that demands blindness
do not let them break you – know yourself
to love like you means to embrace
at the same time to withstand
many endings
and many, many beginnings
all are one of the same