Stop. Breathe. Feel the world
Tumble down in the wail cadence
at the start of Erasure’s Sometimes.
Take a pace forward. You
know that iridesce
is a flicker between worlds,
The ones you work with live
There, perhaps, in between worlds to
here, like this role in reverse.
The lands there appear differentiated too,
a stack of
which flickers, alike, different, to this space
and always has.
Yet things are different there, the same. When
spaces integrate I have
seen entities expanded over entire sky,
encountered beings up close in a
myriad of forms, sung to the dark
and beautiful abstract mask spirits who cluster
around leaves and trees. Been encouraged in
process, shit and vomit by serious,
giggling gnomes. Felt >bzzz< wings against my
legs, learnt strategies, developed relationships,
developed strength, and felt myself give it to them.
The question of reality is a misnomer.
The Otherworld does not exist
on the same plane as this
Space. Is this imagination? Pretend?
Dimensional? It doesn’t matter.
The shifts made through
interaction (between this non matter and)
The potentials created, envisaged,
the layers, those layers of being, life.
It is time to call the worlds together.
This is the
Battle. The only war that matters,
to paraphrase Diane. And yes,
it is the power of our imaginations, and
the power of working with their elements
as whirling, existent, experiencing in their own right,
which brings us to
strengths and possibilities
we did not know we had. The chance
for real change I can perceive
lies in aligning to these realms,
Honouring these spaces,
spirits, energies, that we have always
sensed. Seeing where they take us,
and where we may go with them.
What next? That daoist/BDSM symbol still appearing,
on surprise church windows in Africa,
back in the roundhouse in Wales.
Do you want to come
along? There’s a bridge to build
on this quest
and it’s not made of stones, but
wonderment, curiosity, stories.
Discoveries, energies, balances.
Space, Love, care, observation, listening,