Sting of a wasp
Rip of a nail
A razor’s slice
The needle’s plunge.
A piercing word
A stab of betrayal
The boundary crossed
A trust broken.
In this lacerating moment
Pain is all you know.
Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh,
Scribing incandescence in your nerves.
Right here
In this single searing point
Of intolerable concentration,
Wound becomes portal.
Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.
~ Vijnana Bhairava Tantra
Exploring the vital intersection of healing arts and indigeneity with Egyptian international interdisciplinary sound artist
A poem by Palestinian refugee Nibal Khalid
She, who speaks in climactic seed bursts of inspiration and steady sunrises the color of commitment.
Amid the cacophony of a cicada emergence, Anisa George reflects on her choice to leave the Bahá’í faith and its promise of a new civilization
Plenitude of sound / Infinitude of words / Transform within
But Ukraine is a country of the baroque
No matter how sick I feel, I’m still afire with a need to do something for my living
On the day when / the weight deadens / on your shoulders / and you stumble, / may the clay dance / to balance you
