dream healing

Originally posted on a blind catch in the sun:
Photo by hiwa talaei on Pexels.com is there no escapesucked into reason’s vortexwhirled by a prose worldi spit shadow stone tabletsuntil sense breathes tear-gasped formlessgrace-fallen processword-ditch ignorant gone walking cloud moulded rain dried peasantramble-wide parishboundleaflit gold as klimtrich as a breeze on the meaning of seasonspass…

a medicine dance

one way to provoke a superficial mad mimesis
– tell a person their deepest sense is nonsense
that despite degree and school they must be taught
how to think

send them on this unpleasant cruise
medicine blurring self, a smudge,
advise against spiritual succour
what priests misunderstand
watch them, lost, burst to return

so frantic, violent to their own
insides to break back out,
forget

in rare light glimpses
all past practise,
their very sense, of dance

A. H/ K. H-H (3rd January 2020)

Pause

her doors all shored, swan sanctuary sought,
simultaneously shut out
she’s been beating them down to let herself back
in to herself

all because
– all? –
stranger guards
denied her temple’s sanctity

distraught a vision pauses her
all too human task

of so many temple intruders past
wild ones in need of a Holy of Holies
doors broken down broken in
to stand, sit, kneel, lie with it, in it
on it, by it, at it, from it, of it, to have it

how deep even in unknowing
the temple lay, in every way,
all around anyway

so she stops
to behold —
held in it

doors open

A. H/ K.H-H (19th September 2019)

what it is

let’s sit slow
savour late summer sun
descend to leaf speed
the production patterns
of butterflies and bees
who never forget to bask
bathe in the sun
drown-swim in nectar
find what is there
for the moment

K. H-H / A. H (7th September 2019)

the presence of birds

the presence of birds,
Crow, Magpie, Thrush, Robin, sings
beyond the spoken

(c) A.H / K. H-H (24th May 2018) (photo too)

true understanding

true understanding
unlocks all gates to my well
heartfelt compassion

A. H / K. H-H (8 May 2018)

In Process

hear this lament
femininity found
must keen a death

and yet, and yet,
and yet,
it is not death
and he’s in her heart
beats in her chest
one soul,
un-sexist

a full palette
found in
beyond
sex

beautiful morning

© A. H / K. H-H (2018)