woman horizontal | tonglen in four parts

today, the exhale was the hardest. a trust fall in giving and taking —precious tears and shadowed fears, irrupted hopes and radical imaginings — into a world that cannot hold them gently. where supple lungs now resist the inhale, constricting to protect me from inviting in a swirl of noxious fumes (engineered to smother epiphanous dreams…

woman horizontal | elder song

i hear the mothers whisper-chant: do not abandon yourself, dear one. blending with the harmonies of grandmothers singing: seek refuge in the dance between heartbeat and breath. buoyed by the infinite canon of their prayer-magic, i have trusted myself into love, loved myself into healing, healed myself into death and rebirth, becoming more and more of myself,…

woman horizontal | cardinal points

energy. essence. force. flow. source. light. manifold. immanent. continuous. creative. destructive. indestructible. enveloping. inculcating. infinite. unknowable. intuitive. interdependent. heart. guide. compass. core. all that is.       

woman horizontal | indwelling

  brave is in your spine. peace in your center. grace is in your heart.  — t.scott-miller  for + inspired by k.r  

woman horizontal | done + been done

done and been done still they appear in dreams unsummoned cords cut but roots regrow when memory whispers my name new work to be done and done again unhook and untether call back my energy reclaim my soul i am not yours to harbor in distorted reverie no longer known to you no longer held…

on refuge + resistance | surviving to sustain skillful action

Revolution is not a one-time event. It is becoming always vigilant for the smallest opportunity to make a genuine change in established, outgrown responses; for instance, it is learning to address each other’s difference with respect. We share a common interest, survival, and it cannot be pursued in isolation from others simply because their differences…

special sangha event [1/22]: deep refuge + restoration circle

Harnessing the energy and light of the Women’s March in Washington as well our very own March on #LoveLansing, Sangha will draw closer together to shine our beacon of refuge, resistance, and restoration. Living Into Community, Building Our Capacity with the Noble Eightfold Path. 11 am – 12:30 pm | Meditation + Dharma Discussion 12:30 –…

woman horizontal | the sound of him

he wakes whistling, thrilled by the zipping wind he conjures and reshapes into sharps and flats snaps a crisp unpatterned rhythm with supple-skinned thumb and middle finger (wiped dry between refrains) flickering his wrist for triumphant emphasis mutters a play-by-play commentary to an imagined audience of rapt gamers punctuated with shrieks, chides, wails and groans…

woman horizontal | unburdening

y’all finished or y’all done? his guttery trill, gum-soled and sticky with wizened contempt is instantly corroded by the viral ozone of tropospheric memes earwormed into polyphonic cackles relentlessly pursuing you — tubing through folded gray matter — until the voice of God, remixed as a call for intercession, beseeches: is you finished or is…

woman horizontal | how naked the heart

how naked the heart when anointed for communion transparent as skeleton leaf veins quaking sepia-tinged curiosity flexed impulse relaxing between Whys and Whats and Who Do Yous where it embraces all and becomes tethered by the long gaze, unwavering and tender held there, ambient love soaks through gossamer-laced capillaries and this aesthete, quickening with meaty delight, is transmuted into a…

woman horizontal | exhuming the empath

inspired by the indigenous navajo creatix spiderwoman, woman horizontal is a close-to-the-heart project that has held different shapes over many years. still an emerging work-in-process, below is one piece from my “pilgrimage of verse, image, and sound.”   in sanctuary, in pulp woven + pressed then printed, i found her waiting for me she sang me in…

for us + spirit

under a dark moon we gave ourselves the gifts of Time and Space — an immersion in the experience of self from the nothingness arose storm and shadow with steadied hearts and swords unsheathed we eased forward pulled away the veil of disappointments, longing, fear and peered into sorrow until pinholes of hope pricked tears from our eyes on…