Medicine of the Real

What a kindness
she showers upon me,
not letting me skip any steps,
or leave not even one stone unturned.
What a mad trust she has
in this broken stumbling lover,
unwavering she ignores
my ramblings about limitations,
about my longing for a tiny bit of glitter.

You asked for freedom didn’t you, she whispers,
as she pours me another glass.
Drunk and bruised I crawl
to the table again and again.
Yes mother, more,
I give everything for just
one more sip of your exquisite
medicine of the real.

Total
0
Shares

Magic Died When Art and Science Split

Article by

Renée Bergland’s 3 greatest revelations while writing Natural Magic: Emily Dickinson, Charles Darwin, and the Dawn of Modern Science

A Female Cry

Poem by

A poem from imprisoned Palestinian poet

Summons

Poem by

Last night I dreamed / ten thousand grandmothers / from the twelve hundred corners of /the earth walked out into the gap

Bala Jumhour Music Session

Video with

unforgettable musical experience with Maysa Daw and Jebus on Bala Jumhour sessions

The Furnace of the Beloved

Poem by

It emerges from the Womb with you

Catching My Breath

Poem by

luminous work woven with yellow threads of sunshine and impermanence

Home

Video with

"Whose voice calls me from the furthest reaches of the universe?"

#81 Ecology of Care

Podcast with

Exploring the vital intersection of healing arts and indigeneity with Egyptian international interdisciplinary sound artist

Support SAND with a Donation

Science and Nonduality is a nonprofit organization. Your donation goes towards the development of our vision and the growth of our community.
Thank you for your support!