Moving sickness...

Maria Friberg

via moon to moon

Keith Davis Young

via enjoythesilence

Alex Dijulio & Alex Larsen

Li Hui

The critique in mind works alongside

A test of divine drive

Pushing you to hold onto truth

You cannot live a life for another

Ancestors and family and friends say

That which they don't know they were trained to feel

Breaking old beliefs and reworking structure

Lean away from other

And hope that I can have a life like you

Make it so for me and be that which I see

I must become for whatever I long

Moving sickness and sharp speech

I need only ask my body and drink from my ribs

My survival, emotions, and sense of center bleed

I have chosen the long path of me

A daring adventure most pretend they don't see

All answers await

I am learning to trust not just fate

But to ask and do and make it be true

This is my life

And it's not up to any other you

Foreground/Background...

Beth Hoeckel

Christopher Frederick Jones

via enjoythesilence

via pinterest

Olivia Locher

via rebel:art

Take both my hands and pull me apart

Foreground texture mirroring forgotten patterns

I have blended into surrounding shapes

Background canvas lay me to rest

Reach away pulling outlines to new form

I peel slowly from the landscape

Inside now outside 

Foreground and background

Together woven deep

Dependent on each to be

Layer upon layer

How do we distinguish you from me?

Beginner's...

Alicia Martin

Balenciaga

Scott Beale, Dancer's Among Us

via Daughter's of Simone

via B(e) Notes

Rafal Milach

Osma Harvilahti

Death dance of gracious gifts

Feeding and flowing with Winter's whisper

Offering to life that live beyond me

I am here as an old Beginner

I remember those times too

Friendship in laughing clouds

Best friends and sharing it aloud

I miss you here

It's 10:42 and I think of you

My best friend we should not be two

Books and clothes and pictures and things

That inspire me

I want time to keep learning to continue on

This spirit has yet to learn patience

I am here.

You are there.

And I cannot open to the door to you

When I am there I thought of then

And now that I'm here, the recent past sings again

Always a step behind

I fantasize of romantic times

I enjoy the heaviness of rain

It keeps me alive

Feeling wet weight

The cold fog teases me with moist breath

I'm in a coffee shop

Sitting in one of those half outside half inside windows

I will not put my jacket on

I will pretend the yarn of my sweater top is not thickly woven allowing breeze to touch my skin

I received a hand written note from you two days ago

Dear friend, hello.

I agree.

Let us just speak of where we are in this moment

Of the trailing thoughts

Of the meandering movement

Let us leave the drama of our life behind

We are just Beginner's

Learn with heart yearn...

Opened to new worlds

Breathed in a refreshing breath

Scent unknown

But comfort kept

A great design

Of figures and shapes

Passing times and counting rhymes 

Presence in melancholy

Opened to singing soulfully

What tree would you be, she asked

If you could be a tree which would you choose-

I wondered--

Weep with the willow

Flow like the silver magic

Learning to learn

Learn with a heart yearn

Choose a life of love

Choose to learn love

Poisonous Apple...

Slick warm

Delicious picture in brilliant poetry

Hot glass of desire

All over soon

Beautiful fever born easy

Drunk prisoner after perfect poison

Violent breath take shot

Worship between the mad know.

Wise Oak...

 Old as Oak

Rooted firm for all time

Soft soil supports you

Holding your strength in reaching limbs

Nimble with the wind

Bending in a dance

This world is but a trance

Dear wise Oak

Spread your shade upon me

I seek wisdom

And you are much older

I cling to your bark and make my mark

Dear wise Oak

Your view has grown far above

What is it I cannot see?

Pointing the green arrow...

The target lies ahead

Green arrow spearing serpent hearts

The tearing in two of what was once never apart

Cement rain clouds taking autumn away

Tearing fern stems without a care

I used to sit for hours and feel the tickle of the prick

The fern was left with nothing but its bones

Single moments of pleasure outlived its glory

Dare I look to you

Dare I ask the moon

Dare I expose myself

For I am not afraid

I just don't know if there's anything left to expect

Trampling along in a fresh calm

I feel foreign when the wind blows my hair like this

I want to kiss

Lift me into the ocean wreck

I will battle monsters and sail to sea

This is where the sirens and titans meet me

I lay here waiting

Green arrow shoot me inside

Green arrow pointing toward the target

Green arrow point yourself

Floating away...

up. down.

all around

right. left.

side to side

Floating away..