And very deep within Me lies a fount

so very deep inside this Being flows a river

a streaming tributary, trickling torrential grooves from a salty Mother Ocean of Intent — sounding Sensual Swaying rhythms in your ears. Motionless, for it exists in stillness,

but flowing up, waving down and shimmy-ing Inside Me

audible ripples of Delight. She is Transforming and ever-constant

in Her movement of Living — that crescendo that is my life

i live it as a Movement of heart of Mind, manoeuvering my Self. ever turning, churning

a Soul spinning round, furrowed inside it self

and very deep within

these words are the stepping stones to that Secret i share here

(but not secret, for you know it well as i) but these word-images

do not pin down All that which i Be alluding to now. what makes it so?

fathomless Mystery — the soft laughter and playful touch of Divine Unknown

secret, secret — and So. Very. Secret.

…a few persons here and there have turned up in my path like that

lazily possessing no more than a light, incandescently dull throbbing pointed hazily in that direction ((of the full Soul experience i grasp and turn on to and turn into, within — in all my moments)). they seemed to have figured that i might do some-thing for them. that i might help, sort out, ignite, focus, stir, engender, stoke, spur, strike, grow the shadow of light in their elastic, misused hearts

reach out my lovely brown fingers and somehow Touch them from with-in

that i could, would, should. for those who have or who are so much must give to those who are or who have so little. is that not how the thinking goes…?and that this one action or collective experience with me then would be All, be It. that they then could sit back, relax. not do any thing, not work at Soul, not work at Living. continue to stand for nothing, not Be any thing afterwards

in essence they looked to hand over to me the wheel, the reins, the control, the changing, the nourishing, the steering of their own (very) precious (yet unknown to them), very personal Soul response-ability

that act of Being a Human filled with Life. an act that in its very doing

makes One become a definite action towards the Art that is (of) Living,

of Loving, and of Being

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*i do not need to explain to you my Being

meaningless your questions, meaningless your self

(do not demand the knowledge to which you

have not aspired, have done nothing to be worthy of

would not even penetrate your rock-like surface)

have you noticed how insistently they

cross-examine us on every.damn.thing?

obsessively asking

failing to hear response; refused, the teaching of soft awareness

insane tearing apart of every.last.thing

never are they experiencing|absorbing|letting Life

clumsy hands, neurotic_ stuck into

their dizzying whirlpools of disbelief doubt dullness fading

as representations the wells of experience

in now.knowledge__Woman Appears|appeals to: feeling, sensing

full of the longing of wisdom to be a realizing

as sincere offer, as sacred-share_we having lived things

perceived|received while sitting lovingly at the tip of the

Flowering of Her Eternity served in|been served by

those tidals of brightness in Being__in-fused

and our Infusion when encountered by man, is it_

heard? absorbed? included? allowed? admired? noticed? No!

in moments stretching out in glow of Beauty

a Universe|multiversed at degrees of kaleidoscopic focus

man-hands blindly grab, bluntly cut all into trivial insignificance

driven__foully searching for fact proof evidence

your non heart makes itself evident

his violence justified in the "seeking to understand" posturing

as if plundering|understanding of Soul-felt Divine

leads to anything not other than (the reflection of)

what you are and started out as in first instance__confused consciousness

spinning parts to oblivion__machina no center disjointed and

skewed view on nature, of life

lacking in integrity_fearful of individuality solid state of Being

now then, masculine must allow for space__its rage must be dispelled

long enough so the blossoming of feminine can take place

let your ancient raging summer and old relentless winter

open forth to the sensual fathomless-ness of our Spring, already!

(if maculine be strong) what else is its strength for?

if not for bringing ego full-stop, to a disciplining hush

(do not push life over your rough jagged edges)

here-here to an extended time of man not doing

quiet retreating into prolonged pausa, man-o-pause, please

furious energies no longer directed outward aimed

at Earth|woman|others__focused inward

used justly to carry forth actings of sanity, simplicity

then Behold! a place in existence that is

solely woman's Own blossoms__Her temple awaits this world

(for long awaits the world) Its consecrated construction of care, a life of value

Holy presence emerges__Her laughter bubbling up, erupting

touching all anew, regenerating parched sands of time

just as a woman, Life Is__does not Exist for your

"understanding" of it; an inherent perfection that never

depends on your feeble intellects' attempt

only be in it with Her_hold the space of attention of Her

courageously delving into this communion|union

in Her__living the experience that touches >>>

and leads without hesitance to heart \\wide// open

___________

#womanist #bold #womansmanifesto #feminine -ing to the utmost all for the #soft the #full and yet #words that #pierce to shaky foundations is a must Now

so, i speak out loud things that are not often

uttered from the lips of a Woman or otherwise

(though it rumbles within You, only listen...)

words that reflect a little bit of the Life i have experienced, tasted, reveled in

--from the perspective i have been blessed with while being here

forming as i achingly dive to the depths of...

i speak from the space where you and i are as One

i do not speak for you nor at you

i speak so that some *thing in you livens up turns on provokes itself

into a heated frenzy of (e)motion + movements, where your lust and fire lies

all this so that we might share the phenomenom of community__Soul union

not through mind but deep inside heart (listen / feel into the energy behind the spoken)

to create bridges in a world of ladders (going up and up never arriving anywhere)

that unrolls from IN, and i speak

to light the path of Wild Woman--

in hopes that your heart will speak in return

(making Time for you to Live, sharing energy as your heart Grows full)

________________

#climateforchange #beauty alights and you find #soul the still place within

#poetryastherapy #spoken #wordsleadingyouback #presence of heart

#womansart #artistmanifesto #tastinglove and #growingwings

how you feel inside--

and the thoughts that go swirling through your head

the desires and impulses of the heart that set you alight during your days

turning away from what others say (about you or anything, really)

when you dive into things you do not know about

experimenting playing balancing expressing testing all the way

how you pick up on the nuances of life unfolding around you--

what is said and the weight of the air wth the things that are left unsaid

the sound of a voice as it hardens waivers rises and falls

the capability of your ears to hear al that is put forth

---even if you do not like ---even if it does not match your views

---even if you do not understand it ---even if you do not think it has meaning for you

the degree of heat in your body or the sense of cold or anxiety

when a certain person is standing in front of you

your eyes do not deceive, that person did look at you with a certain look of...

and you will find that many will not be able to meet your eyes

for whatever reasons, perhaps for the same reasons that keep you from

meeting those same eyes-- or even your own

the world is very simply and so is your being

but the filters you use to receive all this "information" all this feedback

from a very touchy-feely and sensitive based life / experience (in the physical)

your filters are off, something is amiss

from the spot where an energy originates and as it travels to you

and from the place that you pick up on it (or not)

there is some sort of disconnect, some way by which you

are missing out on the Real-ness the Truth-full.ness the Actuality

of the Essence of the world that is performing communing and lighting

up around you

"evil". nothing but what is lie, the darkness that is there before the sunrise

the belief the imagined idea the supposed answer hypothesis

all that is evil. it is not an actual ocurrence in life

it keeps you from truly knowing from experiencing from feeling from exploring

from playing from laughing from seeing from responding from enjoying

what you come up with in your head is NOT what the Universe IS

Life and every little precioius thing within it and about it

was here happily existing long before you ever came along

and will be here flourishing continuing in its marvelous manifestation

of Dance and sensuous Play long long after you have gone

so...

how could the little bit of what you think really Matter?

...make a difference ...be of urgent and life/death need to yourself or anyone else?

especially when the little bit you think of is only ever

that nightmarish dream of evil...

certainly we see where that has led us up to now

surely we can no longer blame some invisible force and see how our

actions and inactions have formed our story until this Now

the place where on the path of evolution the world of man / society is

hopefully we are looking up from and around at and perhaps seeing even only a teeny bit

where excactly the nightmares leave us and how the absence of Truth cripples us

makes us sick weak disheartened disabled psychotic sense-less devoid of heart-spirit

a non human entitiy liable to evil engulfed in nightmare

#sensitive #robot #humanbeing #spiritvoid #nightmares #truth #evil #wakeup

#listentoheart #maintainmagnificence #createcompassion

drunkard of the divine

a dancing, reckless movement towards the inner and outer upwards downwards this Sway of Soul - 

intense, please

listening and responding heart-fully to the rhythms

the urges of your Central Space within

dropping all rule pattern method judgement

rejoicing in the Flow of Life - loosing line and borders

expanding expressing ecstatic avenues of action

decidedly down with the divine

hold no fear for we will not be stopped

remember to feel the victories within yourself

this art of feeling where Reality takes hold of us

relishing our sweetness and tickling our depths

in anticipation of our coming, coming forth

in light of being a dignified one - integrated and holy

guiltless joy, guiltless joy - say it!

so soft to my touch and how i love to stroke and feel you.  no lover ever did you rightfully in this regard, not the way i *do...

the sensitivity you show baffles my thought.  you are so open to the subtlest rhythms of a churning turning Life.  i sense you feeling deep of the atmosphere that envelops us.  i sometimes reel at the heaviness of

sensing you transmit.  truly fathom less your Knowing.

around some you sing out loudly to be explored.  

to be introduced and playfully met and experienced,

wearing less showing more exalted in the drama

but around some others you seem to want to crawl away, to cover our treasure of sensual sensing, 

not wanting to be seen.  

to share even the sight of you-- a true wealth on exhibit but not for those who squander waste denigrate life *live and love poorly.

and still around certain others there are those who do not move you at all--you now numb inexpressive humming in stasis stillness of dis/non engagement

no less sensing simply quiet observing (a) waiting...?

bold as the flower in joyous bloom your signature scent rising effusively, sits there.  hovering lightly. 

your heady cocktail of tones and shades 

in their primal earthy-ness shimmers 

out to receptive world

in some parts you are pitted and rocky while

leaving other planes smmoth with moisture

(essential oils of bodily production) 

dotted throughout your peaks and valleys with moles,

flat and rising.

you thing of marvel-- 

how you turn me on!

as always i am in waiting, for that next breeze 

to blow through so as to be lovingly caressed Innermost by the pleasures of You my

silky milky outermost...

asking myself as always, why do i smile so?  the familiar sensual curve of my mouth creeps up, slowly drawing forming like honey-- into the edges of my warm lips.

honey because of the sweetness there and the thick almost glue like feel of the curve.  how it stays curved. how with an effort to form an "unsmile", i have to really uncurve, unglue, unstick those jovial corners...

and that inward turn ends itself in a sort of yummy mush, i feel deep inside.  maybe that's why i smile so! that mushy let-go squee-gee experience is something tantalizing. 

ooze of the ages gathering in my electric cheekbones-- vibrating invigorating body-jelly, enjoying this of its own accord because it can, because i let it!  

especially on the right side of my face.  that rightside.

the blank void faces that surround on all sides eye my jovial corners as if i have a secret that i languish on, some bit of fun that i am keeping from them.  

and what if i did have...? 

mona lisa smile all my own : yet the evidence the proof

the mirror reflection is there for anyone to enjoy and uplift with.  i do not hide my crescent moon gleam

behind quivering hand, as big as day is my mouth

when engaged in a smile.

and how to hide something as full big as bright as the day?  and why would i want to?

ah but still, i wonder just how many mis/adventures

of Life i would have unknowingly excused myself from

were it not for the luxury i take in the action of a Smile.

*(especially in a world of mouths intent on lead-chewing.)

expression as a passion-forming necessity and of

glorious habit forming *Delight -

as the way of liberating your heart

i know how i was before finding genuine heartfelt expression from within. 

before finding the magnificent mettle -

the ovarios, to simply relax into the state of vibrance

i had discovered from within, on my own, belonging to no one else.

as everyone was - i had my trembling child experience

forever lost and never quite found

forever needing and wanting approvals.

sad and despondent, not realizing why.

angry and ready to rip up things as

my mysterious feelings of frustration would build up

i yearned for a sense of belonging,

affirmations of positive acceptance from those around me...

a kindly and loving pat on the head at the least.

(but with the help of the "cruel" world outside)

i learned a hard lesson and never forgot nor let go

of the Essence of it.

i am responsible for my own state of feeling.

whether that be a high or lowly state. 

it is all me.

outside - the passing of forms

inside - my own passing of thought and the

feeling reflecting it all.

the mirror is mine. the perceptions are mine.

the misconceptions are also mine.

drunkard of the divine

a dancing, reckless movement towards the 

inner and outer

upwards downwards this Sway of Soul - 

intense, please

listening and responding heart-fully to the rhythms

the urges of your Central Space within

dropping all rule pattern method judgement

rejoicing in the Flow of Life - 

loosing line and borders

expanding expressing ecstatic avenues of action

decidedly down with the divine

hold no fear for we will not be stopped

onward to Light we inevitably Flow 

remember to feel the victories within yourself

this art of feeling where Reality takes hold