Labyrinth of my website-self

To visit myself like a website
I have an address to type in and press enter.
I arrive straight in my centre, it says: home
and about me, poems, mp3, bibliography,
kids, love(rs), chromosomes and favourite tea.
(yogi’s woman’s balance, very berry occasionally)

I surf through myself like a labyrinth
and wonder, is it me?

Searching for the empty space where I surprise myself
I find a corner where I before had been unable to find me.
I accidentally meet up with the spirit of a friend,
my past reaches out with a hand still warm,
stroking my cheek like we are here now.

I’ve been giving birth from you, my past
I’ve turned my body inside out to give birth from you.

False, it was light-hearted surfing we wished for
until one got angry the wind was not right.
From there on we were fighting that anger,
hunting the island with savage-hearts hungry for lightness.

This lightness, she would have slept in our hands
if we would have only sung for her. For some
reason though the wave’s energy got translated
in anger at fear, that could not stay near to each other.

Here’s a GIF-image from a running rhino
with savages with sticks
trying to build a house on its back.

Back to now, I add a birthing book to the list.
I am riding it now, love, now, riding it.