Tag Archives: prayer
Thank you, is the simplest and most profound prayer I know, borne along on a sea of breath, it returns to itself, the divinest echo from God’s muse to my lips. Advertisements
There is the snake and there is the amen and perhaps there’s not really much difference between the two. Like you, and the moon, and how my longing bleeds a fugitive overlap, i.e, where exactly does the queenly orb of … Continue reading
The last time I fornicated with an angel my porchlights blew and we became tranluscent sheets of merger rising above a glassy pool of chartreuse reflecting in cursive the lighted gist of our holy remains. God, I’m open to another … Continue reading
Cherish, the strayest fibers thinning mouth to prayer, airing lips this side of kiss.
Prayer’s body to rent, exact in flagrant cherish– flesh struck to match, ssssssss.
Mermaid in torn jeans, sea glistening on her knees- Your myth is safe with me.
Listen to the spoken word track (with bass and flute) here. If your body, sungthru riddled and sticky, demanded rechristening for old time’s taste, down I’d go divebombin straight to and through the Source— a treebranch’s wellhung honeycomb totem, ridged bulb … Continue reading
Psychically dismembered since birth, Grace walked her palms to her feet, and prayed that everything lost, in between, would return ritually transfigured.
Fasting on remedial prayers, hunger flinting the strike of peerless light at tunnel’s end.
The simpling of the heart as it pours fast light into a rimless cup.