In the forest there is a woman, she lives sleeping within a tree, curled up, she’s dreaming, nestled within herself, her long black thick hair flows. Her many eyes look inward, her many eyes look outward from her deep inner longing: abysmal rhythm of her night....
Death you are white snow in winter, cold as ice where angels with lowered wings lie sleeping. I dream you are a great root, gathering seeds in still waters. A verdant spring benumbed in winter. Oh death you are as white as full moonlight. An invisible womb...
Goddess is the wilderness: dense forests, her open skies the dry desert. Her temple a sanctuary buried deep within your soul. At the bottom of the labyrinth lay a seed. a tiny doorway into a vast open. Traveling downward, descending into the gordian knot,...
I swim. . . with her in her emerald wilderness in the marrow of her midnight sea. I drift through her forest of coral trees and shelled flowers. I move to her silent rhythm beating beating beneath the earth where she works her secret ways. I echo . . . her mystery. I...
There once was a woman who lived by the sea, uttering sounds alone in her hut. The dense cold air echoed back, by the cold, gray, emerald sea. There once was a woman who lived in the mountain, quiet sleeping inside the mountain. For it was she who made the mountain...