Orgone Way

We had a few hours before our day began.
All our bickering left. I heard the birds
Singing.
I turned to her and felt the heat in
My loins reaching
My eyes.
Than I lifted her and carried her to our bed.

Whole.
She was my alpha omega and I
The ship finding land.

Orgone Way A Prequel

Each day begins with the practice of
Breathing. Letting the breath in and not
Holding at the top. A sigh at the bottom.
And up. Charging the body.
Allowing the memories to inhabit the body,
Becoming the movement and understanding.
My journey is unique. The practice is not.