Between our years

That stairway is aching and the principalities are silent

They are all silent, because the silence is the closest to the stillness..the stillness it is what we are becoming when becoming physical in the environment of our choosing.

Seeds spilled across.. spelling the soil into words with what we are.. quoting the first words of us with our backs spread open with emphasis on our wingless state. Still flying into the physical. Out of the head and into the body.

I can see the tone of your skin and the slope of your shoulder, that live photo is moving with the magic of a vibrant soul, the pulse of a living soul.

This the ache in the floorboards.. and I imagine her padded feet as I am remade myself in the softness of the light, becoming physical. Out of my head counting breaths back into the body.

Art credit : Bather, 1924, Salvador Dali Medium: oil,canvas