Feminine of the valley
the feminine lives in the valleys
in the dark
the compost
worms writhing in dank moist soil
amber drips through tilted time
spilling slow against the earth
a hush of heat, a whispered glow
sky on fire
in the letting go
becoming a channel for
not what I want to say
but what forms me wants to say
like desire as a living heartbeat
stewarding the mind
a river, carved
of the body’s pace
yearn
wisdom
no grasping,
no reaching, no chase
only the pulse of now
this moment—
like getting fucked by life
I can either contract my life force energy
or open to the truth of what’s here