Female

CATALYST: now, what you do with that gift is up to you.

CATALYZED: love bores a hole into me, ignites me. i am told there are seeds which only leave their dormancy, shift into fruition at the lick of flame. I am that seed.

i am... petal-born, heaven-drawn... a seeker, dancer, a spiral, porous, effulgent and extra-sensory. my face knows no edit. i own my own duality and hold my light and shadow as if they were twins suckling at these browning breasts. i see your divinity but expect of you humanity, so peel back yours, and i'll lay my dewy compassion upon the curve of your chest.

my hands sweat when i tell a truth, and too often i lose my grace in the presence of a beautiful boy. I try not to think i know too much because the Universe only proves me the fool. Words are winged creatures sculpted from the keenest thought, chiseled by intent.. So, teach me, and i will teach you. We'll toss these paltry skins roadside and lean into the Unknown, shattering these mortal membranes into billions of teeny, space-born particles 'til we're "Free at last. Free at last. Thank God Almighty, we're..."

We'll fuse with our own mythology and become shining, nomadic spirits, flush with the earth--living, weaving, giving, bound by only love and muddy forgiveness.

you saw me there. yea, "last night a DJ saved my life" i was losing myself between the beats, flesh and spirit twined as one, rising from these aching bones and conspirling in a turgid, musky vault. that

was my rhythmic resurrection. i get lost
inside of music. i get lost
a lot; i like losing the
"who" and the "i" and the "am."

i live with one princely cat named Ozone and with the consciousness that my life is my politics, my money my vote.

i call souls of distilled principle. and those who are semi-precious stones or clouds or stars or fire, or milky way or the land of milk and honey. i see you. (and sometimes taste you.) i seek prophets and fumblers both (for who can know the difference?), acoustic souls and harmonic repercussions.

Walk up my creaky stairs. leave your armor at the door; hang it next to mine, "the smell of sage rising in the heat." i wish to be dissolved. dissolve with me...