Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God’s lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!–The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks—-
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air—-
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel—-
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child’s cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
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Salaam
Happy new year with full of Love
The Opera music is the right cure to our body mind& spirit.
The most sensitive feeling for any one looking for peace and Beauty. thanks for this cure.
salaam
rashaa,Vancouver
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I just saw this. I was in a deadly house fire the very next day. Poetic, non? ANother fire two nights ago. It’s eerie in here….thank you for appreciating my work and namaste.
❤ jjc
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Thank you, thank you, thank you. Love her.
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Prego, ne rien, and de nada. I LOVE YOU! jjc ps i was in a near deadly house fire the very nest day. A sign from the goddesses…my anger made me self – combust!
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