(Photo by Ursula Noboa. Manu National Park, Cusco, Perú)
About Her
Divine mother
bearer of all fruits
burier of all corpses
nature of mine
nature of the devil
Source of all beauty and terror
Source of my heart's desires
As I grasp for your ghost I burn
Then I see you in all faces and places, and I learn
This Story
A seed in the fertile earth
Hollow, not empty
The space, mine
A gift, out of sight
Heavy is the air that fills me
One is the name that kills me
Known, as my end
Free, not stifled
Hollow, my grave
I dream, a pen
Fear
Is being essentially afraid part of human nature?
Is fear just a very important evolutionary mechanism for survival?
Or is there really such a thing as a state free of fear, worry, and suffering
If there is one, I can honestly say, with a lump in my throat, count me out for now
There's something about this body, this pain, this beating heart, that calls to me
A voice from the entrails of the earth
A voice of ageless wisdom, of ageless wisdom
Love
There's something so intriguing about being presented with the opportunity to love another person, and at the same remaining fully responsible for one's own developmental mystery
Somewhere, in a not so deep place, but also not right on the surface, honoring and loving one's uniqueness and honoring and loving another soul can become like a beautiful pot where the boiling desire for carnal unity steams out into the infinite