Please stop the nonsense
There’s no need to send me love messages
when you’re feeling empty and I’m full
when you were denied by a woman last night or maybe you took one home and she didn’t turn out to be me…
so you reached out with
a picture of your new painting
a song that made you think of me
and the six weeks we spent in a cloud of fake love
Please stop wasting my time
and my battery
My phone is dead to you.
Like the web of a spider, only light can illuminate the brilliance of all that you are.
The interconnected patterns of your being
The passions you hold deep to your core
The values you grasp
All there in a web like the variety of silk the female spins
Perfectly invisible in darkness
Pictured: Gasteracantha cancriformis (Spiny orb-weaver)
Put your hand on you heart,
the other on your belly
Erase all worry
Let time cease to exist,
watch dread & anxiety float away
Become the seer of your thoughts
and dive deep into your self
Let the vibrations of your intuition shake your soul,
awakening the love & courage to let go
of all that keeps you from bloom
For the flower inside, open your eyes
and all of your senses
to witness what She is conveying to you
The Universe, She only vibrates truth.
Never ignore Her call, for she will again.
Until you listen.
Your identity should not be shaken or stripped
your hands should not turn angry and gripped
When another doesn’t fit your script
Of what it means to be human.
I know it hurts. But you have a choice. You can drown in the waves of self-abuse that you rule or you can breathe life in again.
Then act, aware in the present moment.
His kisses were like breath to a flame,
Feeding the fire under her skin
My mind tries to wrap around the destruction humans have inflicted on the wild
As a species, we are always afraid of things that challenge us and that test our beliefs
We are scared and turn the other cheek
to differences and weirdnesses that shake our identities
We’re walking blindly in life;
we don’t open our eyes
or our minds to changes
We’ve minimized the worth of a woman in the world because they are part wild
We are nervous around their spontaneity–
It seems like the Universe
speaks through their actions
in each moment,
in each step they take,
and each word that drips from their lips.
This wild scares most because they never saw anything so brilliant before
Something so unpredictable and unmentioned
Others that cling to the objectivity of the feminine close their eyes and fists, looking for something to hit
As their rigid identities melt under the female’s bliss.
I think I stumbled upon happiness
when I uncovered the truths of creating myself
like a blank canvas
open to endless opportunities of light & mixed hues.
it feels odd to step back
from writing all the time
falling into the traps of science
seeking answers in nature
standing on our heads to count
and yet truly feel present
when you do it right
when you find the balance between creativity and the madness of biology.
between writing from the heart and exploring with the body.
For it is my heart & soul that speak these words
but it is my body and mind that burn flames in the woods.
i guess i get too enthralled when someone asks me what i want to do with my life. like i can fit that into a character limit. as if everything that i will do, all the roots i will spread, is merely a pot of existence, forever limiting. but i do not think this way. so when someone asks me what i want to do, my pupils dilate, my cheeks flush, & and my heart races thinking of the life i am creating. thinking of the life i am exploring each and every day. we know so little. and so i am thankful to have had the time to truly dive into the biologist’s role but i know now that creativity must be in the mix. it’s the learning, exploring and protecting the web of life that gets me going in the morning. who knew someone would get out of bed screaming taxonomic classifications with a wide grin. and who knew that same person could write creatively, take unique photographs, model, and sketch? I say fuck limiting any of my roots from stretching further. i say fuck anything stunting my growth into what may seem the unknown. i say fuck the images out there of me that are ingenuine of my true being! i am me and i create that! no one will share that same image BUT THOSE who matter will see me even better than i am… and i will grow
I smiled as my eyes swelled with tears,
He held me near
as he whispered in my ear,
I accept you, as you are and as you will become
Your soul is a magnificent vibration, sending me numb
Whatever colors you must paint yourself to express
the light inside of you — I will love.
Just be true to your center
Never waiver for another’s pleasure
The tears streamed like rivers down my cheeks
In gratitude, for the man on his knees
an imperfect-perfect being