You are beautiful. there's some beauty, fragile like snow in between gestures and silence. your presence absorbs screams and grating sounds like sand absorbs raindrops. you lead me back to zero. . you lead me back to your zero. i hook my psi radar to it and i am calm or happy for a few … Continue reading snowflakes in august, springs of the clockwork
Shattering shapes of a rigid shell In the end it is nothing more than that To make room for the flow Which is moister, closer to the ground. More humble, unassuming, which hugs the Earth. Knowing how to break fluently And dispose of the scaffolding of thought and plan Quickly To partake in the quicksilver … Continue reading Normalising heartbreak, handling the water.
I lost you with me. Perhaps. I apologise earnestly and full of attrition. I beg your pardon for inviting you into my soulspace, then taking you for a ride. You should have held on to the handles. It was irresponsible that you closed your eyes. You cannot give me the responsibility to watch out for … Continue reading Apologies
A long, pensive and moody piece on what it's like to receive Esteban passing by my house on his shamanic journey. https://soundcloud.com/sasha-supertramp/a-few-days-with-the-mystic
The tenderness Is unspeakable. However, it is tangible. . You pull me Into the warm, satiated sea . You say you fall into trances easily. So do i. It's in the nature of creatures like us. . But i've chosen to tread the bottom of the sea with my feet dry. You swim. You even … Continue reading Parting the seas
It's time to harvest the fruit that grew on the dung In fact, thats largely still buried beneath and within it. 33 years of dung that i could classify as fakeness an hell As stepping away from the soul and self-obliterating That i could throw away But then i would have no foundation. So the … Continue reading Dung
Catching glimpses of a liveable life of a habitable planet . here and there, usually in between of waves of catastrophes and dreams of tsunamis. . how many times can the fire bird fly catch the usual crash and reconstitute itself from atoms the way a caterpillar-butterfly does from cells?* . *apparently they actually decompose … Continue reading Habitable