Forms overlapping: realms

In the act of relaxing my ear canals,

I can’t hear silence

I feel it

Settle my soul

Pull my mind strings inward, to nestle

Breast of the earth

In the bright realm

Out exhale into human

Bringing rain to my hungry heart

So: I don’t think I’m not writing this

I don’t think these words come from nothing

Or from a first principle, Sam I am,

But are conditioned, like a child

The delineation that cracks open the egg:

The chicken or the egg? A patriarchal question

Why, the chicken, cracked open the egg,

For me a female god-head

She was and always has been, in the end

I won’t follow Buddha

Or jesus

Or patriarchy

Or society

Or bullies

I’ll follow my heart

When my mind thinks of my heart

(Captive of another)

My mind wants to write a surreal landscape

Over suburban Berwick’s

As if my life really were a myth:

Heart beating eyes, cars piled high, thighs, a million lights in a still moment, obsession, music that bends a path: the word fate hovers over hunger

My mind listens to my heart (captive)

It listens

In daylight hours

Go out to roam

Come back home

To my natural happiness

And wonder

Where is home

Is to wonder

To come back to my wonder

At the form of the universe!

In silence

To not know

Any

Thing

Which is her delineation:

I love strict women