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here as a women in my trust and embodiment.

  • Writer: sam adler
    sam adler
  • Apr 3, 2025
  • 2 min read

i learn a skill is to stretch, yet not in sacrifice the band with ones energy, as the backbone is a baseline of internalized loves. yes, a love, and not quiet a far reached one. One where i can be in my own and not spread thin, although the water i dilute in, is pure - it still runs far from the braids my ancestors wove, as this lays the question of far out loves being a jump in the unfamilar, the unknown-which makes it so divine. yet becoming removed from all realms of ones life is where it becomes dangerous. learning through the world around now and choosing now has opened me up towards learning and integrating and kindly tasting the world rather than just with one person or an externalization or projection of an experience. I have been alive yet in this high the past couple of months, and the spirits of my past where we raked and planted fields of nurtured love came a sudden and pulled me to the roots. I can see where the surface was my only ground, and the depth was my extremity, and through the settling of sizzling liquids I can reorient, and see who and what is actually in the soil with me. My kite has been flying and I have been entangled with noise, and my voice was blinded. Where Is my spirit In the mud, where Is my heart In the seeds, nature may have felt a disconnect because I can really find her either spread thin or through this cliff of some sort. where Is balance, where Is peace, I yearn for love yet all the pieces are dispersed. I do feel there are only a few.. I occasionally write death notes and oppose them through my exhilaration for changing the world the next week. I am In the circle giggling with you all yet also silent yearning to weap In my bedroom. I am aware of my privelage and this reminds me to act, yet sometimes I see the weakness, the sorrow in this lightness. The history is knowledge yet a feeling sits in our genes until we allow the seasons to console. I must feed my brain, and my heart will follow... and through this unfoldance I must trust..










 
 
 

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