by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
In these beetle times with hard tight bodies, shiny skittering abounds at a dizzying pace. In the forest a slug undulates, sensitive softness draping over rough protrusions. Without appendages, movement comes from its thick centre supported by earth. Attentive feelers...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
I am making room for this raw birthing, upsurge of emptiness, embodied birth canal open to receive dark light. I am tasting the soft me, the self that is truly one-time stew, my blend of flavours and stirrings. The lid has clattered to the floor, the stew continues to...
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
This rain is real, it soaks all that we try to keep dry, made of atoms and energy and illusion and wetness. This fear is real, it soaks all that we try to keep dry, but we build structures that barely breathe to keep out the flood. Consciousness breeds alert fear....
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
End this wandering, this searching for my people, this longing to share the joy of love. My heart is still, the leaves flutter around it, and there is welcome space for my people to enter in.
by heather | Sep 28, 2010 | Poems
Dedication to the effortless fall, the one that springs from gentle friendship with gravity. Persistence in relentless listening, the whisper touch of breath on inner skin. Fierce loyalty to unspecific kinships, strangers met with courageous smiles. Passion shared in...
