i write from the marrow outwards. the body is the first oracle and language is the second, a way to map the resonances that move through the soft tissues. experience comes before the name for it. god is a metaphor for the lover and the lover is a metaphor for god. the goal is to dissolve into everything and be held in one place. stillness in the chest mirrors the hum of the cosmos. what is raw, what is animal, what is tender holds truth. change opens the heart. i am learning to admire my own reflection, to treat my bodymind like a garden. every breath is a creative gesture mirroring the divine.