restorative, peaceful, life-giving
body, breath, inspirations to create
Butterfly cycle
expression of my cells/selves breaking through cyclic silt of ancestral experiences
moving in my womb room with 'the necks' playing Rain has me falling in heavy deluges, softly catching in patches and then embarking upon canvases of clear white light mystical to behold in bodymind
spinning intricacies
I stopped as nausea took me down, breathing in and out to receive as openly as i can
pain in my belly made of overdue beliefs
mercurial intestines pulling me further into gravity aching to see what lies beyond these walls that have had me bound, choice dawning I realise I am boundless in freedom in the landscapes that have shaped my bone, organ, tissue....and beyond as they fall and rise in new forms
I played with the tickling plant brought to my hand; twirling and painting the air with this thing
imagining two wings made of these things - how beautiful to touch the sky and earth with and the people i share fields with ...
what holds must fall, loosen its grip, detangle, be deranged at times, mad, sad, despairing, tormented in conflict, in trust that all is fluid to change and all in confluence meeting at the one source of nothingness which is everythingness
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