Red Juices

By Suzette

Witness: Jan, 16th, 1010
Dear Buddha Doll, I liked making you, making you round. You are a pushing stone in my side-expanding out- a lump in a nest of blood and body organs...and sometimes you come with nasty stabs like those little wasp-bees in your hair. I love that you are my flesh at its essence. Your ear flirts with me, listening...all that red blood and inner body juices really attract me. I feel my inner self more, all the inner softness of tissue inside of me and the stone or weight of you, at the same time. Stone weight and inner softness, fluid. I like your soft lips, too.
World view of Buddha-doll: I look out with weight and compassion, I am in the nest of your body, and I push out, expanding, flesh and spirit.

Black door Medicine: I need that black door- to close- when I need to close myself from too much stimulation. There is a needed time for closing the door to outer compassion and having compassion for myself....and being with and feeling the black unknown of what will happen...there is music and a black feather on the door...lightness and music. Closing the door of the unknown on the usual way I react.