We listened to the voices of trees, the small crackles of a  creek, the whispers of tall grass. 

Breeze caressed bare flesh. 

Bobby-pinned with silk perfection, wrapped around, you listened to the sounds of my beating heart.

Do rabbits live and die like this?

ohbelonephobia:

do not let my quirks make your skin crawl.
they may give you the shivers, the willies, the jitters —
if you can, call them out and liken them to other ticks that do not inspire such bitter chagrin.

do not let my body, this roughly-planted trough of tough perennials,
go cold to your touch.

do not let my voice, this grecian apothegm that begins and ends with O!,
down you.

do not let my intensity drive you to a lesser thing,
some thing that never intimidates and refuses to spark,
some sad flicker you must softly blow with thinly parted lips to encourage its roar;

do not let me burn you.

do not scorn my roving tongue
as it is an homage to the way we can stroll with ease from notion to notion
when we are talking in the comfort of our most zealous axes.

do not allow my eyes to turn to perfect glass, windows which you love me through
but go transparent once you begin to focus your sight beyond them.

do not let our humanity be overrun by this egoistic world,
the core of this tired city.

do not come up from behind me and present that as a transformation.

do not mistake me for angelic, or inanimate —
i am nothing but a bear whose instinct is self-preservation,
who wishes to watch the day peacefully with my muzzle ticked deep into the stream,
tipped down between the rocks and back up to glimpse the roseate glow of the sunset,

your indigo aura.

do not leave me alone here,
on this grassy hill among the soft-petaled poppies when the sun is about to set —

do not break me, not like that.

Two, together, towering.

the walls, i bet,
will turn one another on with stories

and i’ll wager
the cowhides are wetted
as faint remnants of our collective breath
throb between the window panes.

Hand me a heart and I will cradle it.

These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land. These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land.

These are the Pinnacles on which we stand. The air is warm, the birds are watching. Caves, damp, low, the innards of this earth; the birth canals of forgotten cultures. Imagine finding this beauty in the quiet of forgotten eras, when the laymen had an intimate relationship with the land.

Your life is a garden

Each undertaking is first a seed. The goal of a yoga practice is a seed.

The goal of making breakfast every morning is a seed.
the goal of running every week or telling your lover she is beautiful every day, these are seeds too.

Within this analogy fit an infinity of other ideas we have about
what we might do with our time.

When you take the first step in doing one of those things, whether a yoga class or a hearty breakfast, you’ve planted the seed.

As you continue, you are nourishing that seed. eventually it sprouts and grows, and the more that practice is nurtured, the more resilient it becomes.

Practices that are nurtured for years are strong, resilient; they have a sense of self, of purpose. They happen of their own; their nurturing requires no stress, no thought, no mind.

Your life is a garden.

Toasted sesame oil
Low heat, always low heat
Add chopped broccoli
Add diced garlic
Cover
Add a big sliced shiitake mushroom
Chop up some spring onions (closer to the root end) and throw them in
Cover (ideally enameled cast iron or steel)
Add more toasted sesame oil
Make a comfortable bed for the eggs with chopped spring onions
Crack them shits atop the bed
Cover; be attentive
Plate
Season with bragg amino acids and bragg apple cider vinegar
Garnish (apple or whatever) if ya like
Salt a tiny bit
Enjoy