Harbor

eye drop down 

fall backward 

into a moment…

those moments 

where eye held my breath 

or hemorrhaged it 

where eye curled 

around mySelves like shield

the ocean of feelings a raging

upturning my everything 

these are places of me 

places in me 

alive right now 

my bodies will never forget 

they remember

they always remember

the validity of fear 

a place in these bodies 

where eye was not safe

and eye knew it…

where the actions of another drew 

my young Sacred Selves 

into their nightmare

into a warped consciousness

whose walls wanted to absorb me 

a house of cracked mirrors

and eye the vignette 

both irrelevant to this place 

and hunted

these moments 

a closing in

moving to break me from mySelves 

make of me a house of shards 

my bodies are well aware 

those moments

the earth of my skins 

the Sacred Gardens 

of my Divine Consciousness

as depraved violence filled the ether  

its putrid desecration 

a blasphemy closing in 

on My Holy Emergent Collective 

death haunted…

by a depravity of unconsciousness

by a presence lost 

in its own hell of oblivion  

enfleshed 

the ground 

a shaking  

a crumbling quicksand 

beneath my wanting feet

the quality of its approach 

its presence a kind of terror

eye would love to not know…

seeking to rip me from mySelves

eye can taste even now 

it’s fragrance is unmistakable

wants to clog my throat 

silence the song of me 

for my mind 

this can seem to rise from nowhere

for my bodies 

we are all too aware 

can remember in an instant 

in just an instant…

a portal is triggered

rising from a benign 

(or seemingly less dangerous) 

moment in the right now 

my bodies are a wisdom 

of presence 

of sensuality and emocean

gift and prayer 

of ancestral communion 

a convergence of True North

we are the keepers 

of the story of this living 

we cultivate the means 

to chart our course 

my mind a sacred filter 

to aid the navigation of this life 

in the context of time…

eye fall back into the raging seas 

before the eye of me 

had space to emerge its Sight

the place of me 

where my bodies learned to move 

wherever they might perceive threat 

and they move/d to protect 

with a fierce fire…

before eye could even think…

before eye can even think…

motions to shield me 

the Sacred of My Consciousness

from what was hunting 

from what is now haunting 

they move as a Holy Collective Love 

‘cause they remember

the surviving 

the scrambling 

the hiding

the protecting 

the isolating

the rage

the burning tears

the lack of any reference 

for what was happening 

what eye had grown 

to believe as truth 

fractured into a betrayal 

storms ravaged 

stars clouded 

no buoy.

beyond any reach of 

my young minds capacity 

before the Sacred Eye of me 

had time or space 

to emerge its maturity 

to become integrated

as Holy Compass 

in the grace of this life

on little blue orb 

consent…

stripped.

before it’s notion 

could rise to my awareness 

before it could be known as birthright 

(an ancestral reality)

those moments

where eye held my breath

or hemorrhaged it

the ways this community of me 

reached into itself and the world 

to persist 

to endure 

to suffer through

to tread

how we wielded the Sacred Fire 

to undrown

to not die a thousand deaths 

the Self Love in motion 

an unmistakeable 

unforgotten 

Holy Blazing…

the passion of my collective 

the æros of my living 

the wilderness of my range 

to craft protections 

from junkyards and vacant hotels 

from empty words and crooked truths

from masquerading lies

and calculating agendas 

from well meaning

misguided  ignorance 

these scales of me 

be piecemealed 

scrappy 

a makeshift perfection 

a work of impassioned art 

eye was my own harbor of love 

in a sea of treachery

making possible 

the impossible 

when there was 

no sight beyond survival 

no room beyond survival 

before eye could even reflect 

on what survival might be…

My Bodies…

Rose to Survive

and eye bow 

to the wisdom inherent 

eye bow 

to my Self Love inherent

eye re~ember

again then again and again

the beautiful holy of my motions 

eye worship deep here 

at the edges of unfathomable wonder 

feel the gratitude sweep through me 

as eye walk alongside and as mySelves…

the deep cavernous places 

where these protections became 

part of the walls

of my personal culture 

eye am blind to them 

except for where this living 

brings portal 

a portal to See into mySelves 

a portal to worship at my own altar

a portal of reclamation…

eye kiss those places of me 

those Sacred Spaces of me 

as eye know the wisdom 

of my Survival 

has no concern for 

the mind’s illusions of time 

for its learned cultural impatience 

for the exhausting negotiations 

with a ceaseless external coercion 

for it to pass judgement on our bodies 

on their quick fierce protective response

eye slow

come again 

cultivate my reverence 

relentlessly 

my mind is a bridge 

a shore 

sometimes an anchor 

the liminal spaces

where my collective truth 

meets greets and dances 

its communion with 

all the dimensions of this living 

the Council of Selves

is the work of art

the arting ever becoming 

as the eye of me 

eye honor my protections 

receive them as love 

as eye am aware 

they are a part of this living 

all ways a part of this living 

even as eye choose

to nurture 

to nourish and guide

how eye perceive and experience

my presence 

my free will 

my accountability 

my life lived and living 

as the eye of me 

has now traveled many suns 

as the Black queer skins 

of a blue planet 

dancing itSelf 

eye claim the Holy Spaces of Me

moment by moment 

relentlessly

in practice

as such pattern

becomes a part of 

the fluid walls of this living

simply, my way…

as these bodies of me  

teach me their language

show me the relentless of their love

as these bodies have for so long 

protected this living called genesis 

eye ever craft these Selves

to move as the deep listening

the deep fire to travel and know 

the majestic caverns and skies 

of all that eye am 

eye drop down 

fall backward into mySelves

into that moment

those moments

where eye held my breath

or hemorrhaged it

eye curl around mySelves 

a warm embrace 

eye honor the rise of me 

the holy space of early evolutions 

of these intelligent

brilliantly iridescent scales...

a technology 

knows when to protect

knows when to make love

knows that the two

are one and the same

eye cultivate 

guide mySelves 

my ærotic fire 

reverently into the re~embering

of who and what we are in the now

as the ocean of feelings 

move their raging 

upturning my everything 

eye re~ember

it was the beginnings of 

My Deep Enduring Worship of Consent 

eye re~ember the True North 

of my Compass of Emocean

revealing to me graciously…

mySelves 

and eye honor this living 

all that brings me into the right now 

the passion of my ancestors 

what the feel of bondage on flesh 

inspires in the arting of living 

over centuries

is an overflowing…

eye honor the motions

the exquisite loving 

of my bodies to protect

this living of me

by bringing it the fruits 

the very grace

of what we have protected 

by celebrating me Whole

by savoring my sensuality 

by moving as a Council of Selves 

by arting every bit of this living 

eye can passionately reach to and in 

As The Exquisite Sacred Ceremony

That It Is…

🖤