And maybe I loved you in another life where we slipped like dust through fingers and blue sapphires fell from our eyes to hold in palms and make an ocean so that we come back to each other like waves at fold of time and life again maybe or maybe not I don’t know...
You are not moving, you are being moved. You are not dancing, you are being danced. You are not singing, you are being sung. You are not loving, you are love. You are being blessed, be blessings in turn. Litany of Blessings by Lubomira Kourteva...
it’s a moonhold. the waning is always held by the waxing Moonhold Poetry is art. It is the art of using imagery to inspire a universe of feelings within, which draw a response from our psyche. Poetry dares us to think and to question – going inside of ourselves...
I am a body of love rituals. ‘Moonhold’ Our bodies. Our blessed, beautiful, loving bodies. They sure go through so much. They carry us through our good and bad, through life itself each day. They hold us. They do their best even when we don’t...
There is a lot of cynicism and fear mongering nowadays. The stories we tell ourselves and those told to us by others, whether true or false, are always real as far our bodies and minds are concerned. And we act out of this realness and we react to this realness. These...
