Leanna Banana

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"Bath of Persephone"

^{Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, September 16, 2015 - 5:37pm}

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ALL THE SOARINGS OF MY MIND BEGIN IN MY BLOOD

^{Posted by Leanna - Monday, September 14, 2015 - 9:10am}

Spider's eyes

“From my earliest childhood, the first woman’s eyes I encountered conveyed the same uncontrollable anguish spiders cause me… This is why I very soon divided myself into two halves.”
— Unica Zürn, Gesamtausgabe

^{Posted by Leanna - Sunday, September 13, 2015 - 4:44am}

she breathes

'The Maze, She Breathes' by Jaime Zollars

"...It seems like an awful lot of trouble, to go through all of this just to have an inkling of who you are. But I suppose that it is all meaningful and important somehow, somewhere deep inside of you. And the beautiful thing is, when you are finished remembering, when you are finished crying, you just walk in here, and let the water wash all your tears away."

^{Posted by Leanna - Sunday, September 13, 2015 - 4:04am}

'

Oh, it is lovely
how lovely to know
you are watched over,
you are loved,
no matter what.
'

^{Posted by Leanna - Friday, September 11, 2015 - 12:37am}

.

“I've never fooled anyone. I've let people fool themselves. They didn't bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn't argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn't.”
--Norma Jeane
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^{Posted by Leanna - Thursday, September 10, 2015 - 11:26pm}

"...

Words and explanations can take us to the door, but if we are to enter, experience, and benefit from the vast reservoir of energy that is available to us, words and explanations must be left outside. In many ways this is the original instruction book for the rituals that allow us access to this boundless energy. Learn it, work on it, and when you are finally able to leave the words at the door and experience it, you will have found your path home."
-- Philip J. Neimark, The Way of the Orisa

^{Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, September 9, 2015 - 3:01pm}

My love is honey tongue.

"
My love is honey tongue.

Dandelion wine in a pitcher.

Thirsty love.

My love licks it’s fingers

before it has even fed.

My love is peach juice

dripping down the neck.

Too much sugar love.

Cavity love. Toothache,

tummy ache love.

Soft hands holding the

jaw open love.

Summer love. Sticky sweet,

sticky sweat love.

My love can’t ride a bike.

My love walks everywhere.

Wanders through the river.

Feeds the fish, skips the stones.

Barefoot love.

My love stretches itself out on

the grass, kisses a nectarine.

My love is never waiting.

My love is a traveller,

a fruit-eater, a holder.

My love is alive. Warm.

It lives.

It breathes.
"

Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi

^{Posted by Leanna - Sunday, September 6, 2015 - 6:19pm}

smultronställe

I cannot begin to describe the relief. You make my whole body hum with a heavy sweetness.

^{Posted by Leanna - Sunday, September 6, 2015 - 1:34am}

We must die to one life before we can enter another.

"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy;
for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves;
we must die to one life before we can enter another."

^{Posted by Leanna - Saturday, September 5, 2015 - 12:18am}