Waves lapping

Aside

my warm heart slowly melting golden,
dripping down to the ground.
A tree, my Self,
softening and sapping.

Yellow, orange, amber
rolling down, down, closer to the ground
into one another. Blending with
light, sight and your eyes.

Waves lapping,
ocean of time
beyond my mind and
in my breath.

Ardha Chandrasana,
a balancing waxing/waning moon.

Butterfly wing,
heart kisses.
Eyes of my child
fasten my root to earth.

And to my infinite mother
thank you.

Obedience

is my truest lover.
He’s an old soul.
He teaches me with wisdom beyond my awareness,
and can be stern to gain my attention…

Yet ever loving and tender at the gift
of my love, humility and servitude.

Obedience has come into my body,
to cleanse this blood; my most intimate inter-weavings
of this celestial, chemical, herstory-history and ancestry.

I call upon it to touch and turn
my dark soft soil, supporting
my supple, yet sturdy root.

Nourish me ancient masters
until I am no longer thirsty!
Water; the portal; into my joy, pleasure and creativity!

The illusion only takes me
when I forget our divinity.

Devotion is the Salvation
pay no matter from whence its came forth.

Obedience *is* the devotion.
Our hearts greatest protector and
My True Love’s greatest ambassador.

Thank you Magician for never leaving this Fool.
Jai!

Water your emotions.

With the grace of courage,
Heat of witness, and
Trust of presence, Let go and
Truth will do the all work for you

And bear gifts all along the way.

Our hearts know no Love like we are about to receive.
Clean up, make room, and don’t worry about the “mess” it takes to make it.
Just watch and breathe.

Let yourself be moved,
releasing the burden
of toting your ego…

There is just too much Love
not to get swept away.

Jai!

*

Dark Swell (Installation Documentation), by Georgie Friedman, 2010 from georgie friedman on Vimeo. http://www.georgiefriedman.com

dance the fruit

a fragile strand.

the nimble spider’s thread.

trans parent tinsel

once binding, yet

i am reweaving it again.

*

heart connections hidden

buried in art boxes, titles, and organic

member ships.

I feel, i breathe,

and so begin again.

*

Love true? imbalancing act fell through.

net not needed.

thats how it all began.

*

fall fall, fall down.

there is no end.

momentarily disconnecting, back to

Truth,

the space within.

*

finding comfort in death and darkness,

wherein Hel begins.

A goddess, (which?)

crafting and creating from her fiery womb;

a tomb for each realized illusion

and faulty karmic equation.

*

awareness bound through

the supple belly.

softly moving, rising,

guiding breath in.

*

the breath we share,

in that space, we

dance there.

*

seduce yourself, get high

on whats given

and dance the fruit

of next season.