#this

 this bitter love / this twisted knife / 

 this idle dream / this lying strife / 

Warmth

In the heat of her hands I thought, This is the campfire that mocks the sun. This place will warm me, feed me and care for me. I will hold onto this pulse against other rhythms. The world will come and go in the tide of a day but here is her hand with my future in its palm. 

~ Jeanette Winterson

I dreamed

I dreamed
that
I cried

hunger (reprise)

it is

a thread of words

a pain-spun line

a silk-sharp path

but precious, 

mine 

Freedom

It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free.

~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

full stop

You should have

believed me

when I told you

I am a shaman.

You should have

believed me

when I said

I take that

responsibility

very seriously.

You should have

believed me,

full stop.