I have slain dragons and touched on my own dragons bloodSurvived the troll bridges

Serpentine waters

Breathed fire across the burning lakes

Led wars in victory and defeat

Torn my armor to pieces with quivering hands

Drank poison and its remedy

Seen words on tender

Catapulted through shock

Flown with and became feather

Learned the songs of many tribes

Which season my accent to this day

I have bathed and watched the caked mud

Splatter to my toes

I have traveled many lands

All to just come back to my teddy bear

Mine is a heart wide open

Mine is a heart wide openI feel the temperature of rain on my skin

The warmth of sun crawling languid across my form

I feel havoc and mayhem 

Like nails 

I feel the pinch of suffering across the pavements I walk

The gut punch of the starving which my feet do betray

I feel the echoes of a world

Trembling in its ever birth

Sighing in its destroy

Of a species finding its way 

Both brutally and beautifully through the storm of evolution 

I feel the plight of the willow tree not close enough to water

The miracle of the butterfly 

Resurrected

Once liquified 

Made merry as a pretty thing

Yet born so clear of plight

I feel my connection in unconsciousness

To the pain 

I find the bread crumbs I have set for my self

Out of the woods into wonder and life

I feel the silks of joy riding up my thighs 

Curving across my cheek

Up into multiverse

I feel the remorse of times unchecked

The compassion of unchecked fervor 

I feel the cavern thundering silently

Across the earths hair

Beckoning to grotto pure

The subtlety of awe 

In the flicker of a Doe’s ear

I feel the mechanical rhino exerting its presence

Stampede the brick and paved jungle

Calling the wild 

Safari machinery wailing its primal nature 

All rushing from the hyena which never comes

I feel the cry of the child rip through my body 

Opening up the animal in me which seeks to protect

I feel the soothing reminder of their voice

Yet unmarked giving expression 

I feel the untamed aliveness in each passing human

The barefoot fire dancer I ache to unite with 

Even muted attempts cannot hide the smell from me

Nor choking perfumes

I feel the pulse of tribal

The thrust in my shoulder blades 

Arch of my back

Stomp of my feet

The deep old movements that want release in my body 

Misinterpreted and misrepresented by an addicted culture into a mating call

Pelvic thrusts of connection deep with my roots

Guttural sounds yipping from my throat

Tongue singing rolling into soul call

Celebrating dust of Earth on my toes 

Howling into the night 

Ritual of grounding

I feel the moon shining or hidden

The stars in their mystical alchemy

A science unknown

I feel the outer of this inner world

The vastness of the space my planet employs

The planet I share in one

I feel protective of her life

I am a heart wide open

I feel every moment and particle deeply

Even beyond my human sight.


Painting and words by me.