Night into nightA wave of stillnessAn infinite amplitudeCaressing spaceDark velvet voidAbsenceNo directionNo orientationNo here nor thereNor not-hereNight arisingAs night descendsOnly nightKnows the nightAn absoluteIntimate loving J Harper
Love is the dancing cry of the soul, calling the body to worship Like a shining whirlpool, or a spinning mayfly So is love among the skies. I leap across…
darkness beyond night emergence a precipitated full nothingness a pregnant pearly point a love feast I offer my precious tender parts you make of them a satisfying meal in the…
Identity would seem to be the garment with which one covers the nakedness of the self, in which case, it is best that the garment be loose, a little like…
