I'm noticing in your writes there is a subtle dual fold current that penetrates the intellectual core of spirit and the spiritual core of psyche with every day occurences that take on extraordinary affecting layers through the use of language and word placement~
I personally prefer starved and insane heyoka to gorged and numbed~ there is a sacredness somehwhere in that~ not the every day contrived holy~ but the deep primal motions of breath~ your poem brings that interior beauty in all its surreal shapes through with insightful care~
I'm noticing in your writes there is a subtle dual fold current that penetrates the intellectual core of spirit and the spiritual core of psyche with every day occurences that take on extraordinary affecting layers through the use of language and word placement~
I personally prefer starved and insane heyoka to gorged and numbed~ there is a sacredness somehwhere in that~ not the every day contrived holy~ but the deep primal motions of breath~ your poem brings that interior beauty in all its surreal shapes through with insightful care~