The flavor of care

Light comes to where there is care. The flavor of care changes with its color.

balloon

inhale inflates the balloon. bonds tense and are highlighted, sensation rises within we become aware of what they are. where they are. they poke and pull.
exhale brings deflation. relaxes bonds, soothes tense skin. reminds us we are still here

Anchors

We choose the anchors from which bonds pull us.

Recipient

Come, recipient. I yearn for you.

infinite

Infinite microscope into the soul
ab

Slip

Slip of clear cyan between floating blankets of water.

Darkness

We can honor darkness as well as light.
Avoiding it starves it, tenses it.

Chestnuts

Chestnuts in Bern

Rage

A formless blob of rage, held in check by a proficient controller, keenly aware of societal boundaries. Pulled back again and again from its dream explosion, it lies waiting in its bloated chamber, brimming to the top, sphincters tight shut so often they are dry, rigid, unsure if they remember how to release. They only acquiesce to trickling sadness, enough to relieve pressure. Just enough. Inside the chamber, the old liquid continues to stagnate and rot.

Silent

Silent words block my throat.
Materialized in obscurity, they are deferred the responsibility of expression
From the body
To these
words

Hide

I tire of it because I hide it.