Thursday, June 14, 2012

This Is My Body

I am embodied
Like rivers in the homeland
Of my ancestors,

Like the way the birds
Fly in the alpine forest
Above my altar,

Like my blood flows, held
Within my heart's encounter
And how love grows there.

December 30, 2008 10:00 AM
Originally posted April 30, 2009
Photos added this evening,
June 14, 2012


  1. This is beautiful, Christopher. The idea of being embodied in the rivers of your ancestors is haunting.

  2. I shall be embodied soon. I feel it. I was spirit with no home for so long.

  3. your title with this one is a plenitude. i have been chewing on it since you posted it and nodding my head, yes)))



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