Love, Dreams, & Other Silly Things with Emeric Damian

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A new addition to my madness… VagCon™

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Hello my love,

There’s a strange wonder falling into my life right now.

Well, that’s almost a truth.

I’ve been giving birth.

There are words and mysteries, turnings of the undercover love, that I want to share with you.

We’ve been stirring the mind with madness of a kind, a truth of beauty.

It’s the latest project of mine.

And I’m excited to let you know that I’ve brought on and have invited many others to come along this journey.

It’s Vagina Consciousness and it’s starting to turn on and turn into new varieties of existence.

We are art and art lives our breath.

The beauty of existence still turns minds fast and wonderfully done.

You know I love art and artist and weird strange wonderful colors of existence.

And so, as I promised, I share openly with you, what I’m up to.

This I’m enthused to share.

It’s VagCon.com and it’s Vagina Consciousness.

We are connecting artist with artist, and artist with entrepreneurs and all of them with you.

It’s a blatant holler of appreciation for the vagina.

It’s a celebration of life, the one thing we all have in common.

We share this if nothing else.

And it must be celebrated and adored as it is.

Even amongst the funkiness that is life!

Love and hugs,
Emeric Damian

p.s.

It’s a wild way we exist, the games we play, the curiosities we turn.

 

Travel lightly upon the sky

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She withdrew.

I entered what was broken in two.

Smooth and wavy, a confused grass and clay.

My steps are saturated by the fragrance of wild flowers, a temptation toward their domestic companions.

This garden is more chaotic than tamed.

Still, a design exists…

Moving from the entrance and into the heart of paradise, an eclectic combination of knowledge comes together to form the whole, the integrated crumb of soil intertwined with the two feet that are upon it, intertwined with the roots, stems, flowers, and fruits, intertwined with the air, the clouds, water, and the Sun.

All of this running through me and through you.

Its all too much.

How can I not be satisfied by these rivers of growth.

Seeds becoming plants.

Plants becoming my bones.

Growth becoming me.

There are so many ways to enter the garden.

The stars are in the garden, so why cant I be.

When Buddha Lies

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When Buddha Lies

When Buddha lies we laugh.
When Buddha lies we cry.
When Buddha lies we suffer.
When Buddha lies we breathe.
When Buddha lies, so do you.

A Sky Prayer

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A Sky Prayer

by Emeric Damian 

Like the Sky, I let it pass.
It is not who I am.
It is not up to me.

As the Sky, I see it all,
Yet where am I,
Am I at all.

Point to me,
Show me to myself,
I am neither here nor there
Yet I am.

A Crows Pose

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A Crows Pose

Sensual and sleek, a crow posing in a Robins nest, fluffed and moist in the warmth of a movement held still, stretching the body long into her green eyes; Wings disappearing into his body, a body disappearing into his mind, and behind the veil of cupped eyelids he glances towards her darkness.

Her sloping shadow and soft smile illuminate his imagination.

She is inside of him, thick and warm, penetrating his pose; he holds it.

Finally releasing but not letting go, it stirs inside of him, dreaming to come out. A shadow, a milky white conscious awareness turns the weightless stick into stone.

He doesnt want to share it, afraid hell lose himself in her nest.

A crow poses, wings reach wide as if to stretch, but feather into flight.

Dream, there is a moon, a night light for pixies
Dream, there is a breeze, a lullaby for all
Only the dream, awaken the dream, the dream wakes

Sleep; my arms are around you.

Let’s Be Even More Skeptical Of It All

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What do you want to know for yourself that people have said is so?

What are you super skeptical about also curious to experience if it’s true or not?

SKEPTICISM is a necessity…

Come see for your self!