Heart

Pass through, as ease to some it seems

and loss-release of lives lived hardly

in search instead of softness.


Forth from softness only love may spring

grounding tender darling dreams

where scars guard wounds from rupturing themselves


gushing inward, streams of being

stitching marks unhurt

and born of boundlessness and trust.

My body

You touch my body

in court

my body

becomes no longer

my body

becomes the object on which

your wishes are drawn.

You touch my body

in court

my body

because a free

un-

birthing body

shakes your house

master

your house

we dismantle

with tools which are not your own.

You force my body

in court

my body

to fill the one place you see

for my body


but then, guess what

surprise

so many bodies

rumble the streets to get

my body

and swallow you

deep

utter(us), many

enraged, so many

which you and your load shall abort.

Heaven

Heaven is

the gifts of friends who see our mind prosper

who nurture our dreams

setting us free

unblocking our hearts and our throats

where gifts of our own lie dormant unseen

awaiting permission

– bound –

in fears manufactured by the poisoned intention of extractivist times


domineering the soft and the gentle

the human within us deformed

into hardened expressions of a broken,

twisted masculine

push

that seeks validation by attempting to force

all that’s around it

to service and serve self-anointed masters

embodied in women and men.

Heaven is

learning to set the self free

fearless

in expressions of gentleness

in allowing the tears and the hurt

of destruction by pushing

demanding forever

more

until no more is there to be given

demanding that Earth, non-human and human

surrender

more than there is to give.

Heaven is

open to subtle pulls, softness

the pull and the gravity of those who

refuse

to be pushed

who refuse to be hardened by a world

that was never built or intended for them,

never intended for them to prosper

or even exist.

Heaven is

refusal

to be bent and deformed into shapes

demanded by those failing to hesitate

in enforcing the structures

built to self-aggrandise

(those self-appointed masters)

built as towers of phallic significance

in which to elevate themselves from the lowly,

the rest,

the soft ones who permitted themselves to be pushed

ensnared by the narratives, fearful

of those oh-so-few masters of extractivist times.

Heaven is

finding strength in your softness

the slow gentle process of constructing a spine

which bends

but is never pushed over

at first merely holding

later reclaiming

ground from the extractivist push

poison transmuting

as push turns to pull

through integrity,

knowing

there is no more to give

pushers

because our home is depleted

and so are we.

To those who nurture me:

my mother, my sister, my grandmothers,

Valerie, Harriet, Rebekka, Rosi,

Annie, Andrea, Abi, Gaby, Lucy,

Anya, Tanya, Yana,

my ancestors and the Earth we tread on.

Life in-between

Breathing,

stop.

Breaking

in waves in the space we call life in-between

the abyss and the vastness it meets

splitting the darkness

of wholeness, beyond-human nothingness

nothing only to those blinded by forces demanding

surrender and worship

– divinity’s reign.


Deliver me, darkness

deliver me peaceful in this space in-between

limitless cradling a home on the earthly

weaving through bending

what lies threaded now, past and past the beyond.


Deliver me, resting

to magic and spaces run through the domains

in resonance with this here hard Earth whose waters I worship

bound to this body and the reigns in-between

the darkness dark only

to spiritless eyes of fires un-burning

who never see visions through searing thoughts felt.


Deliver me, mother

to spaces un-fearful

where I burn surrounded by others aflame

fire fire un-harming,

fire feeding fire in futures moulding.


Fuel me, mother

a flame to another aflame

two there to bend this here world into futures unseeing

futures in life felt, the life in-between

mending what’s shattered to wholeness, beyond-human nothingness

pulsing the seared blood in the flesh of two bound.

Divinity

Pleasure I understood as theory

where now sensuous enjoyment lives.

Vital,

my body demands the one that shall drink it,

the one with whom energies bind in ecstasy known to consensual givers unhindered,

flowing in and through one another, as one delivered

to places only gods may recognise

and mortals who choose to break with earthly binds, fused

with the gods,

moulded into that which brings woman to understand her divinity

and man his rightful place beside her.


For she shakes the structures that must be shook

if we us humans are to move further.

This is what must be done,

what we are being asked to do –

to discover divinity within or perish

as the lowlives we aspire to be,

inferior to all that we thought ourselves superior to,

lost in the destruction of our own making

which shall regenerate, only without us.