this is a drawing i did in mexico on a mini notebook i found in the bushes near chichinitza
and also a poem i wrote…
how long takes it?
the movement through big
burning disks,
to infuse and crystalize
within the sight of EYES.
To open between dreams
the impenetrable web of
spiraling white, kissing the
tips of each body.
entering as soon as exiting.
remembering and foretelling,
losing all stagnant striving,
as snake shedding skin
TO GROW
engulfing excrement
becoming the dish that drives
their ships to-wards
commencement
on a journey into
Gaia’s gifts.
entonces,
who’s eyes kiss angels lips to
ruffle known surface
to ignite movement
in service
of mamas trueness,
you
KNOWING.
to talk with love filled lungs is purpose
and without which, we don’t deserve this.
Que Rico
Que Fuerte
mi mamacita blanca
she who’s body mutated in a sacred movement to give birth to these bodies.
Que Magnifico
to know in my bones
that within the bones of each one
is known
this same esoteric proof of “I”
to tantricly infuse a light body
with the pure white magicians EYE.
ENTRANCE.
“How old are you?”
“Really.”
When I look into your eyes
I see a child…
Do you remember your first breath?
can you imagine the moments in temporal space held
in order for your lungs
TO OPEN
AND CLOSE
the parenthesis of THEE.
I look into your eyes and see.
You stare at the amazing gift
that is FOOD.
I KNOW that all of your actions
were
and are
shaped by the discrepancy of your eye
to decide
YES
or
NO.
and even this decision is so highly determined by the faith you had in those “in charge”.
and to unwrap this package
BACK
to the first Guttural screech
that shattered
then fused
with that which is YOU,
This is my light,
this is the sword of truth
which forever scribes the insides of these eyes.
y our life.
a tale that tells itself through each action.
an IN-ACT-MENT
as simple as a walk through the garden
ENTERING
then
EXITING
each step
each breath
an opening.
an opportunity
for REMEMBERING.
becoming the dish
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