Two souls.

Two souls.

Under a ripe moon we fell into one another’s world. Consecrating a nest of love and devotion through naked limbs and silver-grey clouds. Reuniting in prayer as an act of necessity. How else do two dissolve the boundary? In service…

Clearly

Clearly

 Found in love. Recognized in surrender. Yet, sacred forgetting breeds exhaustive fear. Trance of unworthiness creates a rigid state. Searching for a story ends with selfing narratives.  Open to the teachers. Open to the Saints and the Sages. Open to…

Renovation of a System

Renovation of a System

Watching old fears made new followed by a gestation of wakefulness for living vividly. Gifts bountiful. Change necessary. Observations of self through whole body wisdom. Discovery of a schema discoloring the hues of blessings. A state unintegrated makes for ego…

Seaside Love

Seaside Love

*photo by Monica Woods Seaside Love  (One of) salty purification. Changing of a season returning to quiet joy. Gifted an embodied process. Awakening dormant energy, tides of truth. Perfect data in discovering self. Feminine cycle delivering a goddess as a flowing current. Part of…

Prelude- Yes in Action

Lit up. Continual meeting of edges. Of ego. Witnessing an infantry of defenses met by a cosmic army of helpers. Who will die? The one burdened by a legacy? She who is implicated by an ancestry? Creative action meets acceptance….

Yes in Action

Experiencing tiny bursts of an aliveness saturated with your soul. Waking up to beauty. Lines of perfection on your temple lead to exquisite sensations through every limb. Drinking in the beloved with such concentration is almost too much. Did I…

Sweet Return

Sweet Return

A return to my beloved is like that familiar reunion with my own soul. This breath can grow full with the scent of deep presence on my skin. It was as if I had been to a land far away….

Peak Time

Its a time of whipped cream on everything. A time in which my beautiful boy is singing of his body and his soul. Its the time when you can actually feel the season in the desert. A time for pulling…

Found

I keep forgetting myself. Where I can be found is. . . . right here. This body. This woman body. Sitting under a blue sky. A bright yellow sun. Swimming in nobody’s business expecting somebody to save me. As if…

Perfect Teaching

In the ignorance of wanting I forgot to listen. A desire to control, to create as a false sense of safety I did not hear. My gifts became my poison when unwilling to receive. Provocative attempts yet to come as…