deep in the mystery of the in-between. prying at the lock, swirling circling round to face the self. these days are a gentle flood. who feels it? how is your navigation?
a dense energy. we work in reverse. through the folds of time. our learning is a remembrance. of the early years, days, and all of the time before. our establishment of time, here, in our bodies. only a fraction of our knowing. we have access to it all.
oh, how you give me to myself, body. born of simple, transcendent elements. flood of origin. and in the coming days, weeks, as the gravity of our Goddess delivers us back to our feet. what will we know? remember? feel? are we not, unto ourselves, the most glorious of mysteries?
"Self as Vibratory Collision", 8 x 12", ink, pastel, and blade on paper.