Posted by Emily Stern
Sarah Is In The Tent
Inside your submarined light
I saw through it and forever you have my eyes.
Avraham within the cave wondered if when he killed the kings, he was lost in defacing God;
Not only nature is God.
Someone I admire is superman
In a lighter blue leotard
Than superman had-
The water matching his sparkle, wearing a glass slipper as a headlamp, diamonds slipping and water holding his robe- skating. It seems he, smiling, may be from the bottom of the bay.
Like the Wheel of Fortune, I have strategy
And I have bought my life long before I met you
Above a cloud with a pool inside it as my womb.
Avraham was in the cave when you took me down there
Egypt was scared of birth- children taking over- too many frogs
I used to love being a child, closing my eyes, and seeing blackness.
Emptiness makes it okay to be a dragon with wings.
The more I allow the volcano to erupt, the black sand beaches covered in trash from washed and broken straw huts, the caste system, very unique, geckoes, shadow puppets behind a silk screen, more fear than I’d like to admit, even if we walked on water, it was all perfectly alive
Masks as alive as I am-
An endless way to paper doll myself—laughing with scissors focusing and above my body. I’d never want to buy time, but let it go. Balloon and all, patty cake, and Avraham The Baker’s wife.
If you come to our town, you may want to buy food beforehand. We came to see the light show, and it meant more to the someone I admire to be reminded of the gift of mathematics and angles, magnifying glasses, and laser light. Humble man, all dreams are endearing.
As long as my head peers over that lava, I may be seeing something
We sit in a circle that is really a rectangle- reckless and excited
Now my eyes are orange lids
having made the choice to shine but the dragon’s bones are still inside of me
And my light is just a flicker of his breath.
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Posted by Emily Stern
The Zombies are such spiritually enlightened ones who give up the self
and follow the way.
The bloody headless ones have only the heart that is the path.
and the vampires, yes, who live forever know the immortal and teach your blood they place beyond.
In the foundation below the foundation
or simply the FOUNDation that I am opening to you with the cheesed of yesod
and in love.
Why can't i just say what I mean, and say it and not be afraid
That you see it?
For you see it
I think we wanted to expand the world before the when we say this is all.
That you tell me what your eyes saw that day in the basement with signs of simplistic quotes of faith hung by preschool teachers.
And we can play and you enjoy when I'm myself. Deep in the forest of existence is the world of you're supposed to be. I'm not gonna write so that you love me, and I have noticed that when I care for you, I let you know that sometimes the face gets ripped off and finds the You you are.
I miss you
I’ve missed you.
I’ve missed knowing.
I asked for this life.
I asked for what’s true.
People not on this path… are looking for you.
I am grateful to you. I am in newness of this. I am in love with you and think this could be in subtile ways very helpful. I will learn that honesty can align with glowing goodness and expansion- true, deep honesty. Love is so speakable and we can share that. We are here to be in sharing of what is here. I will tell you what I can about what is here in presence and peace. I am so sorry.
In all ways
You know them, and they display the love we feel when we enter the depths, when we expand beyond what we ever knew what good was or wrong was and light and dark. They say we're immortal, just playing a game, horror and terror, treasures in our chests. We'll make a sound and sing for you this golden cloth.