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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 11, 20201 min read
Changeling
I knew a brave girl. In spite of all quicknesses and vivid determination she lived and lived inside a dirty bubble of fear. And how she...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 11, 20201 min read
Meditation
I toe the mink dark lake. Numerous sub-rational beliefs wrinkled and loopy prickle a sunk runt moon. The daily special: Sodden Insight....
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 11, 20203 min read
LOL?
This is a post for anyone who feels their beliefs – political, spiritual, personal, are aligned with truth, justice, and love. I would...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 11, 20201 min read
Basilica of Acrobats
To enter, you must join the dream body’s epicene center – a mandorla rouged with rust and white like the swan’s neck hooked with...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 8, 20205 min read
The Divine Feminine is Hidden Everywhere
Spirituality is commonly presented in opposition (and superior to) the mundane world. That is, spirituality is viewed as something...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 8, 20202 min read
Never Divided: The Feminine Divine
The names of the Great Mother are many, and yet each manifests as a fractal of her whole and complete energy. Any depiction of the Divine...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 8, 20201 min read
Freeze-dried Dream
She was in deep need of a magical story. One that could move her mind from its current fixation on all of the leaks and holes and drafts....
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 8, 20201 min read
Light Bright
some shapes ( of ) sacral silence Ser-pent your sins! You are responsible for your own density He had a lost love in his face. Moonlight...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 8, 20201 min read
Post Mortem
For a Summer Solstice Divorce The sun stood still. I stare its invisible roots into my stomach. This thinking light mingles in blood....
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20202 min read
When we were Witches
When we were witches, the wind would cry at the window pane. The house would breathe in and out of the cracks like a flute: Vuuuuu,...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20201 min read
Almost Torch Lake
Sambhogakaya is the body of enjoyment or the body that experiences the fruits of Buddhist practice and the bliss of enlightenment. Some...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20201 min read
Because I Miss the Sky
Still point of black light - the root of matter is a spark of unsolvable darkness so radiant it cannot be seen. It is a deeper octave of...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20204 min read
Building Psychic Muscles
Just like working out to make you physically strong, it takes work (practice) to create the strength needed to overcome habitual pathways...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20201 min read
The Julia Set
Half of what I say is meaningless But I say it just to reach you, Julia. John Lennon …as Theorem Each of the Fatou domains has the same...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20202 min read
Pray Us Full of Marrow, Queen of Heaven
(a cento (collage) poem I sourced from Thomas Merton’s Marian Poems http://campus.udayton.edu/mary/resources/poetry/merton.html) Do not...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 5, 20203 min read
The one who's always complaining
I woke up with a sty in my eye. I notice there is a shame –based story that pops up with it. Your dirty old make-up caused it, I hear a...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 4, 20202 min read
Allowing
If non-fiction is formless, and form is fiction then how do I dis-identifiction within form? Healing is available. It is an abiding...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 4, 20209 min read
Waking up Wanting
I can hear the echo-y sounds of shoppers and muffled fountain water. The clang of the tall pointy multi-spear modern sculpture...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 4, 20205 min read
Sliding Down the Imaginary Wall
Some visionary moments during hot yoga There is geometry and gemology of the positions, colors, feelings. Thoughts, longings and shapes...
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Kathleen Ivanoff
May 4, 20202 min read
Gobblin' Make-up
An irregular ode to Christina Rossetti’s Goblin Market Bones of stars hang from glittering billboards incessantly stabbed with slivers of...
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