Cold, Wendell Berry
How exactly good it is
to know myself
in the solitude of winter,
my body containing its own
warmth, divided from all
by the cold; and to go
separate and sure
among the trees cleanly
divided, thinking of you
perfect too in your solitude,
your life withdrawn into
your own keeping
–to be clear, poised
in perfect self-suspension
toward you, as though frozen.
And having known fully the
goodness of that, it will be
good also to melt.
“have I told you how I like to see a man submit to ecstasy with all his inhibitions free and moaning like his mother close his eyes and float from me ecstatic in his buoyancy cut loose and warm as he can be adrift in beatless wonder…”
God Herself is us and we are S/he. Lover and Beloved. There is no difference. And that is not a platitude, but something we can only realize when the time is ripe, and then we are seeded to the core.
-Thorn Coyle (Kissing the Limitless)
she sit my tail down/pull the wishbone wide
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?
Mary Oliver, The Swan
it is no big deal/hey what else is there to do/but set your sight on something and pull your tangles through
Looking within I can see all the reasons I am the way I am and I love myself for it. This is not a test, this is love, and I love myself in this, I love the world in this, I am the world in this.
Sacred Kink, Lee Harrington
hold together, let go if you will/keep on dancing/hold together, let go if you will/see what’s left
nothing cares if you hold together, so let go if you will