Feel More - Artist
A letter from ‘Them’ about the problem of women
The Bitch is wide open,
No discernible boundaries,
She flaps in the wind.
She shows you everything
And I mean everything
And in seeing,
You too are revealed.
The Bitch could blow the fucking lid off everything,
Leave us completely and utterly exposed.
We have to tame the Bitch,
Shame the Bitch,
Put only pain on her lips,
Otherwise we’re toast.
Peach
Trickling, sweet nectar
The fruit ripens as I watch
Bruising, it matures
Sweeter and sweeter
Growing fur,
And collapsing.
She becomes a gift to the soil.
Drink in the wisdom of dying.
Of the fruiting thriving
Which too, in its beauty, moulds
Beyond
(For Vera)
My body hangs from the crown of my head, which calls toward the sky.
Toward that which is beyond myself, not me, not mine, not I.
No fear is here,
No pain or longing,
All that was I fades into not knowing.
Beyond the place where eye can see,
Where skin can touch,
Or ear can hear.
Beyond the words written here,
There you are.
To Have and to Hold
Pressing under it,
Shouldering and holding
The weight
Waiting
Hoping and dreaming.
Living on pause and loading,
Bearing the load,
Of expectation.
Here we are,
Expecting to become.
My sternum aches with it,
The gap between the here and there,
The tight lipped strain of it,
Pain of longing,
Pain of acquiring,
Pain of losing
The fallacy of owning.
Release yourself and me.
Because I want to live easy,
I want a baby and love everlasting.
The house, the home, the stable.
Stability, security and assurance.
What do I have?
What can I have it?
When will I have to let it go?
Manifesto of a Divine Receiver
I am a threshold warrior
A desert dweller
Queen of the inbetween
I am an idiot
A not-knower
Luxuriating in the unmanifest
The place between known and unknown is my comfort zone
My heart lifts and my throat opens to welcome in mystery
I am a channel
An empty head, echoing
I am a tuned in receiver
My body vibrates with the possibility of endlessness
Of the unfathomable
The numinous, ineffable
This is my Queendom
This place of not yet
Nothing
Potentiality
Freedom
I’m ready to receive