Tongues of Fire

27.10.12

I sat in the dark and was filled and bullied with winds inside me. I lifted my head upward and yelled and I flew into pieces.

I was wracked with emotions: big slimy ones and huge red slippery ones, enormous green heavy things.  I couldn’t handle them. I was filled with helium that was rocking and needed attention.  I sat down and lifted up my hands. My head broke open and a wind and smoke came in, pushed apart my halves and sifted out the debris in me. I confessed I wasn’t my own, even the thoughts the emotions stemmed from were not me. The smoke passed over my hand and left bullets, teeth, small bones. And the emotions were lifted. 

There was still weight. I was cracked open again and a giant tongue slid into the crevasse, past my brain and heart to the center of me where things start. The tongue was warm and it filled me – I was an ear and it was speaking to me. I could hear his voice. The tongue became fire and burned and burned – it remained and was lit on the oil of me. 

I was rocking and couldn’t shake something. A voice began in my core and from the roots of the earth, it grew in a steady roar that shook the room, the world, it was my voice and the sound of everything and it developed into the words ‘YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW STRONG MY LOVE IS’.

Freedom Song

he's hyumming, mumbling the words or tune to the song he only kind of knows, the one eveyrone knows.  We love the sound of our own voice: it's comforting, we trust us. The vibration in the ear and jaw, the skyull, the chest and trhoat.

There's God.
His energy moving, becuase I wouldn't speak but for inspiration. So what will I create?
oh!
a clean palate (!)
for my life's work to be born, to
take flight, to start walking and running..
I realize me now in clarity.

I can speak simply.
Even in darkness stating the truth and walking in light to the light.

a certain kind of faith