Oh mother I am darkness, rich and seeded darkness. A mystery, a rhythm, a vine, the night. Like shadows between the imprints of leaves, piercing through the well-worn paths, rewoven into dreams.
The purpose of negative thought / feeling is to preserve the old . Provoke fear, anger, envy, doubt, providing a good home, a settled existence. The old dream, a story we have been taught, to keep us in our places whether we will or not. Why listen to the voice of...
There are serpents with feet of fire, they have wings and sharp teeth. They appear disguised in your dream, so beware of the serpent her feet of fire with wings and sharp teeth. As she will bite you and remind you. To listen attentively consider more deeply the work...
Drawing you back, drawing me down into ash and charred cremains. I am the blackening into the kingdom of her sorrow, discovering her subtle footprints . Do not resist, knowing who you are, please do not fear whether you are doing all right....
Not about her but through her is the eye of the needle, The thread of worlds move. When demons are no longer demons. They become our true angels. She . . . who plants a garden within my belly, where I bask in her green. This ultimate and simplicity. This...