Midnight

Posted on by anna christ

Dreams of another time crashing waves of consciousness

blasting metaphors of age

as if important the how far or how long

as if allowed to indulge in denial

The body knows remembers and heals

rain on green forests

spirit guides

and the bees kissing my face

following the queen to throne or tomb

nonsense of importance

Glorious indeed the dance of Nataraja…

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Published by anna christ

to say something about me is to allow you to tell me more/ words are actions and so heavily frame... iam a messenger, without meaning, empty, useless here and now...