Traces Of Movement

Heat – 2

Desi — Mon, 13 Feb 2012 07:25:53 +0000

Engaging muscles against the pull of gravity
A small explosion mounts in the core
And escapes through the pores

Soaked in heat,
I fall into any practice
Calm, softened, present

On My Voice – 1

Desi — Thu, 02 Feb 2012 07:08:58 +0000

“Today, notice if you are shifting your attention away from reality and reworking the world in your fantasies. Is it really helpful to you to indulge your imagination so much?”

Depends on who’s looking. What if passionate narratives stream through my mind at least 10 minutes of every hour of every day? For as long as I can remember, my imagination has been an insatiable force. They left me alone with it for too long and now its this volatile thing I can’t help folding into. Somewhere within its fragments of creative energy, beneath its flavor of longing, and between its waves of anxiety, lives my voice.

Thank You for the Dreams

Desi — Tue, 01 Mar 2011 07:23:02 +0000

I dreamt of fireballs raining from the sky almost two years ago in the desert outside of Los Angeles. I awoke to a small group of women with much to tell and do. I miss this place. It was a beginning. When the light started to form a focus around me, melting down defenses. All that struggle and hesitation of a drawn out age finally began to fade. Those days of warmth and honesty planted a hope in me that has since sprouted into something deeply significant. When I think back to this dream, a dream I was instructed to remember, the people were happy, like the joy of rain after a drought. The flaming rocks burst down into green rolling hills against a midnight blue sky. A celebratory spirit surrounding each fall, welcoming the beginning of a new cycle.

for the utopia space

Desi — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 21:59:01 +0000

I want to be naked with you
In a clean house with big windows
Near trees and soft grass

We could walk to the ocean
Along a forested mountain side
Just to breath in all the smells

We’d be surrounded by color
Rich tongues and shades of faces
Not stuck in homogenous reclusion

On most days we could gather
With friends and lovers
To feed our collective energy

A compound of seekers
Forming a home that thrives
On consciousness and action

We move blocks for justice
Share a systemized self-care
To strengthen all transformation:

In our hearts and minds
In all of our connections
And in our hungry streets

yo si soy

Desi — Sat, 26 Feb 2011 07:45:46 +0000

The organizers of a Night of Cultural Resistance did an amazing job. People got hair cuts, made some stencil t-shirts and heard some bomb performers. Feelin a high from all that energy.

Tonight ended with my legs poppin to Los Rakas….

Valet Debaton

Desi — Thu, 24 Feb 2011 07:42:42 +0000

pregnant with potential
as a Page of every suit
planning for action

today’s time

Desi — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 07:32:24 +0000

My time went to daydreams and dusty shelves.
Peanut butter cookies and spreadsheets.
Sleep and conversation.
A book and a burrito.

violet

Desi — Tue, 22 Feb 2011 05:00:50 +0000

I emerged from blue and red and became. I am a blend of active and receptive energy. You can call me androgynous, but my depths are indescribable . I’ve been mistaken for royalty, but I am truly wisdom. I am the body’s highest point, between the ground and the heavens, I am the horizon.

just whelmed

Desi — Mon, 21 Feb 2011 07:36:19 +0000

this city is a delicious vortex
of resources and creativity
with many whirlpools
to be sucked into

home is

Desi — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 05:19:03 +0000

Home is a transient’s graveyard. Things left to dust in cracks and corners of shared space linger at the doorstep. Months have gone by with no one moved to create order from the ground up. Instead we tolerate the soiled surfaces and clear just enough space for a breath and a resting place. It is possible for some to thrive amidst the chaos. However many cannot function for long without a clear foundation. I realized removing a small patch of invasive plants from the field would only give me so much time before they spread again. I would have to uproot every weed before sowing new seeds.

In this particular plot, I wish not to toil. Instead find new soil, to begin from seed or as a transplant. Either way, spring approaches.