“”all the fruits of the apple tree are rising suns,” […] “celebrate” the apple. ” -156
Claim your woman
flame, mane, fame, name, pain, frame, train, brain, drain, vein, rain, sane, crane,
Claim your sane insanity
and watch your wings grow
Flying flying in the whole, in the name of your reveries
Claim your wings, spread them along the winds of your reclaimed body
My woman body
builds log cabins that stretch along the seas of hills, like the depths of her insides,
Stretching like the depths of her roots, stretching like the body of her yoni.
listens to the trees surrounding her cabin,
Listening, surrendering to their wisdom
Expands and extends her will to the cottonwood stands,
As they give breath to the dissinigration of her knowing.
Craving the whole
Do not censor the body, do not sensor the speech
And do not sensor the breath
For when you censor, you take away your authenticity, your you, your whole.
Claim your whole,
claim your woman.