Living Morganism

Passageway to newness Vantage point Secret ways of water Cliff Parapet Golden Io Cornerstones All the worlds a stage Home Chandelier  Hidden canyon of the hackberry trees  Channels and rivulets Cliff dweller Rock painting Sculptural pause The simple spectacle of color Burrow of a plant collector  Descent Determinantion Resting place More secret ways of water Shipwrecked Bones

She is of the Sea She is wild, she is free Her feelings are deeper Then some want them to be Would that she were a wolf She would run in the wind No manner of duty That could bring her back in Though she may be a girl Born with this human slate Her heart beats the tune Of a much wilder fate. And so she looks up To her mother the moon As she breaths in the light She'll be shining out soon With each new break of her heart She's a little more true Someday the story she tells Will be love, hers of you.

I dreamed last night of a group of women, all self empowered and all had chosen not to become mothers, they were being interviewed about their choices. Then they stood in a circle and these other people in doctors coats came and poured on each womans belly a glass of warm water, telling them it would simulate the water breaking, but instead all their belly's instantly filled with pregnancies and they dropped to their knees in labour as babies began to be born. I knew i was next, but i subverted their control and gave my Love a conch shell to switch with the glass and told him to fill it with salt water so that i would give birth to a sea god.

All these lights like beacons shine from windows no longer yours. Unfamiliar silhouettes, in once familiar rooms. Even though we didn't share a bed or a home, There was a comfort in driving towards you to reach my own. Now, each night I have to turn my back and drive away, Heartbreak reenacted, reopened and with such silence, undisclosed. I wanted to be closer... it never seemed enough... our experiences so different... feelings always in a rush... i left...  i lost my way. But you didn't ask me to stay anyway.

I prayed to be a lighthouse, I asked how can I be the light? She answered SPEAK SPEAK SPEAK! Unfilter yourself, pour your voice, pour your love into the world. You have wisdom to share, your voice is needed in this choir of wolves waking up into wild women so howl.