Blossoming

Tiniest of moments integrate as perfection. Attention placed within the depth of the bluest pools whilst suspending an ache that rests just beyond the crest, the surge, the rapture.  * Moon rise above the horizon bestowing darshan. Her radiance need…

Reveal

Amplified softness witnessing two women in love. Simultaneous delight by their duplicate perfection in the form of exquisitely placed moles.  Thus, they are not only wed in love, but married in their benign growths of marked beauty. Tender tears from…

Droplets

With the comforting new discovery that I live within a dragon’s bowl, and the repeating experience of generosity with a cycle of respiration, a plentitude satiates this wayfarer. In touch with the universe that moves through a tear, a pulse….

Spring Came

Spring Came

I have a fascination with being human, and the ever deepening intricacies this exposes. Interested in things like why did I stop writing little blog posts? Or love letters through monthly newsletters? I appreciate the meaning making through thoughts, such…

Maybe I have not missed a thing

Maybe I have not missed a thing. Perhaps whilst floating there is only sky and sea and canyon walls. * Noticing as the most temporarily important task. Ladybugs in bushes and on leaves. A beetle crosses a path. Fields of…

To have and to hold

To have and to hold All within my own cellular bank of joy Gifts like the ocean and the big sky  * A memory made in the world of a romantic First meetings, first kisses, first explicit adorations The people,…

Solidarity

I recently learned of a game called yes. Laughter became more available than conversation. There was often an itch before this invitation presented itself. A nagging burden of the addiction to disappointment that comes on the back of the negative….

Horizon

Breath softens where rock meets sky. Where the clouds become generous prompts for an acceptance of impermanence. Temperate air on skin and the sun’s plenty, can illicit a slight dissipation of loneliness. Crevices and small plateaus in which one may…

Hijacked

Tearing at your own flesh will make blood. Attempting inhibition often creates eruptions. Occasionally it’s a restraint of wild woman anger, but most often a deluge of tears. * Watcher of changing morning light. When in one’s own wound there…

Body of One

Walk with wisdom Intertwine limbs with the Divine Then sit back upon my own sacred seat * Expanding beyond possibilities Bumping against thresholds Another return to a quiet center  * Liberation becomes an exquisite taste Lessons of nectar No need…