Cellar floods. Floods with mead. Her veins do. Her veins flood mead. Lambent. As a warm-stoned room. Castled in it. Castling. Layering. She's a bearskin. Castled a bearskin rug. Held. Midroar held in the roar. Five seconds five hundred years. Five seconds five hundred. Liquid.
#vss365 #lambent
(monolithic bulk
softening to grey, in the
fogwreathed far distance)
🤍✨
You are pale but unqualified.You will never be a ghost or spectre. You can pretend to haunt forests, glide through fog as if you can disappear but you will always shine too brightly. You will never scare. Things will approach cautiously but will never be afraid.
#vssdaily unqualified
#vss365 ghost
❤️ 🙏
#Ghost is the shape of wanting after a body. You can touch yourself to feel the outline, the shape desire carves. You are the empty space another's need has made. If you open, the wanting wants in, flooding you with shapelessness. A ghost has no shape but has yours, traced.
#vss365
#Pain
maybe it's a kind of covenant
we need this signal
that something's wrong
and our practice is
to gently notice
to listen
and to thank it
#vss365
#Pain insists on skin insisting nerve. And sovereignty to be known self where you begin. I cats cradle nerves into prayer into lexicon. In truth, you can be a disciple of anything. Pain. Here. Now. A kind of love lettering. Unfurl your hands. Pleasuretwin, let me give you this.
#vss365
👋 Thank you, Steve ❤️
She soothes him by blow-drying his balls on the cool setting after a hot shower. She passes him a box of shiny red alarm clocks to throw at the neighbours. One by one. They explode like apples. He reminds her of bottle rockets. She accompanies him proudly, on a slide whistle.
#vss365 #soothe
bright winter morning
light slides across the table
rainbows fill this glass
clouds breaking
swans land on grey skies
in the field
#DailyHaikuPrompt (pasture)
The snow falls sideways, but gentle, like a giant throwing rice at the wedding of a friend they once dreamed of marrying. It's one of those days where I want to press my face to everything. I'm happy in a way that makes me sad, the #thrum in my temple so low it could almost be a love song.
#vss365
Close photo of frozen water on a window pane, looking like swirling feathers and fronds from a magical wintry kingdom.
Frozen water on the window pane, magic is everywhere. ❄️
#vss365
He awoke standing with an unfamiliar kid in his arms. It began to squirm, and his body took over, #soothing the child, speaking in a familiar voice. He had been sleepwalking for so long, he was now just a passenger in his own body. He wondered what was keeping him tethered.
"silence has architecture" love. 💙 ✨
🧡
Thank you! ❄️🌝
He soothes her like the rumble of a plane bulkhead, passengerless. Like snow drifting on the night of a snow moon. She doesn't know what else she could tell you about it.
But if you look down there are sleepy, glowing farmhouses.
#vss365 #soothe
When nature speaks I keep quiet
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the city drips slowly into your throat, grinding you thin, a Rothko of oil clotted with soot on machined steel
Photo of a winter landscape through the damp window of a train.
and in the end just waves,
and clouds, and light
Love the sway of this!
the thrum
of the train
its rhythmic pulse
rippling the sea
between us
rolling
low lying clouds
and velvet sky
a sensual backdrop
and you
wind-kissed
shadows flowering
upon your skin
intoxicated
swaying in the sweet night
in the thrall
of this endless
soft and dark
#vss365
#thrum is hum, a sore garlic thumb. A red bird in a grizzling. Ghost. Yes it is not quite, but also. Buttering mustering yellow. Hyacinth carbonic kartoffeln, yes/no. The sun it is feathering. Rain to the feel miriam-miriam
#vss365
appleskin peels
#Obfuscate oblique in the line of descent outspoken next line keep to guide point motion junctions supplies conic section= locus constituted givencondition methods ends @opposed to Flowing only incoming object denoting those on whom weight limit difficulty child in the womb contention mistoo #vss365
Thank you! The filter?
Photo of ice crystals on the window, jagged forms twisting in all directions like trees in a magical ice forest.
A forest of ice crystals on the window. ❄️
He wants clarity like conquest like clean striped socks. She brings him obsfuscations. Yeasted doughs, peperomias in macramé, meringues of knotted cat hair. She lays them at his feet like microwaved mice. Well no one told her you shouldn't! Poor things.
#vss365 #obsfuscate