Floating through space like a crystal, I was handpicked by the moon. I laid in her womb, which is also my womb, and was nursed by her, to grow as her, before being planted as a seed on earth. Under the moonlight I grew every night, and still do, to become what I was, and am, and was always destined to be; a Goddess, reigning over femininity and all aspects…
Moving awkwardly through Nyhavn for a very long time. Then someone laughs. Then we all laugh, finally free to be serious, if we want. Awkward movements turn into dance. Oh sweet freedom of defying the judgemental gaze yelling silently to describe the normal. Braking free, so sweet it vibrates in me, as the climax of fucking with my love, or the joy I felt when I was 6 years old,…
a subtle whisper dwells within a heart the quiet urge of the soul howling knowing born and unborn they are found listen as above, so below now, listen: finger over skin water, streaming warmth empty spaces, (I know nothing) open lands (all is known) there it is as morning dew on the field of truly becoming in my inner garden daring to allow the brutal unfolding of eternal spring …
Moving in waves above sandbanks and mountain chains, the weaver was first a dream dreamt by the matter of the universe. From the core of the earth she was connected with the world of concrete. Living many lives spinning her own and others dreams and weaving them into patterns she cares for. Floating forward and back in time, entangled in the worlds of dreams and the world of concrete the…
You will find The Flame at the beginning: Svøbt i en moderkage af verdens aske. She has just been born, the world is about to change. She looks for fertile soil to learn and grow. Moving with the rhythm and the pulse of the ground: The Flame seeks the water and the wind. The Flame seeks the stones and the sand and the mud and the blood. The flame…
