Allow your chalice to crack open and spill more of yourself everywhere. You feel so contained in this skin and bone. When you are also the wind and waves, the flowers and lace. You have a child and a mother in the house of your body, We all were created from another. There is nothing new about you. You are as ancient as time itself, yet this house. This house will never be built again. New in each moment it stands pretending it’s solid, but really a play of water colored lights. Shine bright! Burst from your self containment into the everything beyond. You never belonged to you. This body came from the mother and to her it shall return. So play and laugh. So take risks and jump. So imagine and dream. So dare to spill yourself out and SEA. There you are! Winking back from every sparkle in creation.
Photography: Abe Kowitz
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