The lion dragon of the land murmurs,
whispers, sings, shouts.
“Welcome beloveds”
I receive with much joy
your voice, movement, presence.
No holdback, no second thoughts.
A container that allows.
Anchoring down deep in the dark.
Swimming with unseens.
Luscious mangoes of the gods
dripping with life.
Bearing Unbearable Lightness.
Taking, being taken.
Going for it. Letting go.
Singularity in Silence.
Eat thy body. Drink thy blood
Decolonised surrender.
Tearing defences asunder.
Exit through the left-handed path.
Shaking like thunder.
Vibrating bees in sweet-smelling trees.
Bring your gifts of gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Disrobe. Exfoliate. Supplicate.
Make space for a cornucopia of the senses.
Weaving liberation by expansion.
About the Creator
Oliver James Damian
I love acting because when done well it weaves actuality of doing with richness of imagination that compels transformation in shared story making.
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