Tag: #yqu
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Cancer Moon (Prelude to India)
i am pulled.to where, i dont know. but i go, into the cold, into the night, alone. i am miles from home reached first by car, but now i am on foot. it is winter in Alberta prairies. the white snow is muted grey, with outline of trees against black skies. i am not properly dressed, i feel burning in my finger…
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the wild ones
as i becomemore and more disenchanted and broken beyond repair- i go, without a planletting myself getlost in the forest. i find them there.or do they find me? eyes are lockedtrust is built. a danceinto unknown. we pausein the void. i find the truth i was seeking, spoken by those who cannot speak. they are mineto observe.i am theirsto protect. and…
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A Summer Soul Revival; The Prologue
I’m not sure what led me there, But I was being led,I was happy to follow. (Today was the day I felt ready to face my newly found fear of stillness.) I brought myself to a treasured nook of mine in the city. A hidden look out point, accessible by foot, home to some of my…
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Porcelain Snow
porcelain snow, humbling, soft,gentle, still. i amawake, and aware. awake, and aware. i search for the breath- inhale, expand. exhale, exhale and i am here. i feel, the world, moving so fast. everyone has something to door has somewhere to beor someone to be with,and i am here – here.. for brief moments, i feel highfor the rest, i…
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Fangs
“Most people are like sheep.Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing moreThan to be left alone so they can graze.But then of course there are wolves.Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep. But there’s a third kind of person.The sheepdog. Sheepdogs have fangs like wolves.But their instinct isn’t predation.It’s protection.All they want,What they live…
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