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Author audrey di molaPosted on January 29, 2018January 30, 2018Categories UpdateTags arts education, astoria, awareness is empathy, fire fire fire, graffiti, inspiration, life, poetry, poetry graffiti, queens, triboro bridge, youthLeave a comment on finding my way.

“teach others to See by Seeing.

teach others to Understand by Understanding.

lead others to Walk by Walking.

but walk Beside them and not in Front.

walk With them as i walk With you.

and we shall see these coming days already in fruition,

in every righteous action resolving inaction,

in every fiery force of Love dissolving fear.”

— THE BOOK OF LEGEND, 2019.

SEEK + YOU SHALL FIND

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Decisions We Make While We Dream (2012)

TRAVERSALS (2014)

WILDLIGHT (2018)

THE BOOK OF LEGEND (2019)

INSTAGRAM ADVENTURES

i'm wearing the trousers of a girl i just met, pulled out of the back of her car. i'm walking on the side of the road again, sometimes it seems like the safest and most fitting place for me; funny how that always works. i'm Listening here, we are Together in person only for the second time, reminders of what can be Grown from a distance, grown in After-life. thresholdic, i find a soft white feather and hold it against the landscape; could i Ever be that soft, as soft and emptied as i feel here, letting the surroundings pass Through? i meet a blue barn, i stand on the incline of ground leading up to it, i think i see a great tortoise, i think i see enough crookedness for this to Become Mythic, No, for me to Perceive what is Already mythic; the plaque said the barn was not restored, but stabilized. 'in hope that those to come would find value in its existence.' i think of You, how you told me last night to stop saying goodbye for awhile, you didn't want to keep grieving me, you've kept drawing and redrawing the crystal i gave you in your dream, the crystal i said had already broken, that it had Already Been Done, just like it was while you slept. another church bell in the distance tolls. the ripple in this tiny pond, Expanding. in a few days we will tell stories and sing songs. i will try to stop living like I Know What I'm Doing. in my lostness will i remember i don't always have to be Teacher, in my wrestle with softness, Persistence of memory-- can i Allow myself to be Taught? this stubbornness the wood sloughs off me, silent in Utter Verbosity-- can i fucking talk less and say More? can i love you in the way i Thought i was capable of-- what even is Capable? i feel most safe when i'm eating or moving or nervously laughing; i realize suddenly i am sitting on the stone bench-- just like my old friend always reminded me i could-- and the crystal heart is still In Tact, in my pocket. [cont. in comments]

just seems to express all the anger, sorrow, longing, missing and wishing and complexity of love, loss of love, endurance of love. Love. my greatest teacher and the greatest Arrow straight into my being. /// thank you always nahko bear for singing my soul. 🐝 feels like these words are coming from two sides at once. seeing myself and seeing other. i'm tired. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥

'even as the hour grows bleaker,/ be the singer and the speaker/ and in city and in forest,/ let the larks become your chorus/ and when every hope is gone,/ let the raven call you Home.'

i'm going to destroy these at some point today. They Are The Tenets Of The Old Legend. The Old Kingdom.

altar to the waterbird, my thanks to you Again. 💙✨️ and so it is. 🌊

i'm absolutely fucking Exhausted.

'before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,

sometimes i think the Only thing that matters in life is telling stories.

'goodnight, sun

i'm headed upstate for the first time since moving my things back from beacon at the beginning of january. i'm overwhelmed with gratitude and have cried many times already on this bus-- listening to so many bone-deep familiar songs from nahko bear, remembering and re-receiving so many parts of my life, my pain, my healing, The Road. all the adventures, all the loves, all the landscapes, all the unknowns, all the daring it took and takes, time after time after time. i feel like my life is being given back to mySelf. what a fucking wondrous feeling.

christ before me, christ behind me...

i wish i had the words to stop the bulldozer

one month, one week, and three days since returning to my childhood home in queens. 👑🌱

this has been a long time coming + is finally happening with myself + two of my favorite women storytellers, just after the summer solstice!!! ☀️🌄🌻🌾💙💙💙

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