She Collects Glass.
She collects glass bottles because she always wanted to find a letter in one and pull it from the sea. Her tears create tidal waves vast and wide as the ocean. Seventeen years ago she...
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for Cait There is this silly game called Love. I’m not sure who invented it, or exactly when, but I’m pretty sure that Goddess, G-d, are still laughing about it. Still laughing about the ways that we play it, the ways that it takes root in our consciousness and EXPLODES. We are here to love. [...]
November 8, 2009
Listen to This You make me want to get on my knees and pray, she sd. You make me want to learn a whole new realm of worship. You make me want to bring fresh flowers to the altar of your sacredness, kissing your spirit, loving your body. TO PRAY IS TO BE NAKED BEFORE [...]
November 7, 2009
Listen to This You live in a world of broken mirrors. Fragments reflecting a twisted reality of distorted perception. I see you there, fighting the Naga-King, and my impulse is to leap in and help you. To take up the sword by your side. But when you see the glint of my blade in the [...]
October 14, 2009
Listen to this Thinking of you in the folds of darkened night sky and passing clouds. THERE IS A MALA WOVEN BETWEEN OUR LIPS. Sometimes, I wish I could fly past the void that plays such tricks, and just stretch out next to you, counting the beads as starlit constellations. [Translate]
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November 16, 2009
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