SOC Writing _ 20.8.21

Criollo

Rare and delightful, tasty and acidic, - tongue to touch – your mouths(s) – everything is tasteful and fully – fully embodied in the dark, moist earth of your amazonian body. I have become a cultivator of rare and precious things - I belie my own wisdom and set forth into unknown places – wisdom is from those who have lived directly – not vicariously – and so I am a collector of experience – the apophatic experience of God – all members waiving down the bus so that I may step into yet another trip with you my dear – can’t get you out of my head, my life and why not? The super moon drew us in together and fly we have over alps and ocean to places far and wild. I am wondering about the seeds of this cacao pod – will they ferment, die and be a source of great nourishment and medicine? Or will we let them drop – dry and cultivated to replace their mother on the forest floor? Will you bring your basket of knowledge to meet mine and together create a tapestry of our shared fabric – but alone and a lost – there is a greater knowledge – the serpent and the women – the apple and Adam’s tree – I have gotten further on and further in by getting outside the garden altogether – by becoming a son who will furtive brow trick his way through soil and hunting – the Jacob in your Esau – wonder if our father will know the difference as we each drive forward in this universe of flux and unconditioned love – we rage, fight . push for what our cells want – for the potency of all of us to arise – we are thick with ourselves – there is no getting way from this – a half lived life because we outsource our DNA – our birth right to spirits and beings – third parties we bestow upon a greater magnitude than they deserve – they serve us – they are a mirror back into the life surging in us – wanting – always wanting.