Slow connections make me uneasy, but perhaps they are the healthiest. Perhaps these passionate beginnings are tactics used for benefit by leeches and vampires. They tend to like my blood the most. Perhaps slow connections should be preferred. To see, trust and remind myself of who I am. Like one step at a time. An unknown. I’m not so sure what I’m supposed to be learning or doing.
September 24, 2022
I get hate for being an alchemist.
I’m surrounded by hurt people. Confused people. Boundaries. Know my limits. Become a recluse.
My abundance is my backbone. It’s what real love tastes like. Unconditional love. Chamomile and honey.
Calm waters. Strength. I know how it looks getting there and what it feels like. I taste it often. It surrounds me. I’ve felt the touch.
Seeking similarities. Taking risks but not to strike blood, not blind and never fooled.
Tap in or keep your distance, cause once ancestors makes moves we burn bridges with haste to protect ours.
El sol
The sun kisses my body and tells me he’s my new lover
be with me tenderly
leaving elegantly then
coming back home
always
to warm breath and my brown skin
Self-sooth
There isn’t a wrong moment to caress yourself
undress yourself
explode into the ether
once more
become it all
made of pleasure and senses
sensations craving seasons
birthed in rainwater
rose water streaming down my face
between my breast
my own universe
and every piece of me floats off wandering
Reaching out to Ancient Roots
August 30, 2017
In a world of so many I find myself distant. To be hueman, I struggle to hold the capacity to grasp what that entails. Hmph, expectations. Hmph labels. So sure i’ll ask, am I hueman? My ancestors are you there? Growing up I’ve pondered over who you all were and if I resemble any before. I’m from a cluster of seven stars. Where my befores laid. I wonder if a Great has ever found themselves unattached and confused upon being birthed onto this earth. Did they just so happen upon Mama. A fellow wanderer, exhiled, a lotus flower. Oh I wish I knew who you all are. Perhaps we can exchange stories and mines would resemble yours. Or we’ll laugh the same, fall deeply alike, fiercely designed by our higher, each other perhaps. To touch the lineage, make connections and bonds to my roots. To see my roots.. Knowledge of my past is the only thing that can find me. That can make me believe that I’m here aligned. Speak to me. Allow me to meet you, acquire your personalities, your wisdom, your strength. I need to see me with my own eye. There are many of you so refrain from speaking all at once, but you have my undivided attention. How can we meet?
Freegrandmaa 