she always does |
this ocean is all woman
hips and breasts and wavering emotion
my blood is made of sea water, I believe
I go there to remember my mother and forget my father
I go there because thats what ...
Posted by on Mon, 18 May 2009 10:53:00 GMT |
i'm happy to be here |
i spent the weekend in the presence of monks and love and patience...20 of us meditated 7 hours for two of the days, 2 or 3 hours for the other two days...i've never felt so naked, bundled in my blank...
Posted by on Wed, 06 May 2009 11:47:00 GMT |
Ignorance is hhhhhhhwhat? |
"Infinite sides to every One"...spun like a web woven wisely by time and trust&and ALL lines must blur in order for me to see clearly. Wearily the next layer will be bled, damaged, weathered, and shed...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 21:01:00 GMT |
Dear Sir, |
A vast sheet of the softest silk folded on top of itself over and over until it reaches heaven's garden&thats what I rest my heart on. In a rose and lilac and jasmine jungle, the aromas of the sweete...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 16:34:00 GMT |
noondaysun |
starting over always leaves me feeling like i have extra skin to fill...a little awkward...a little saggy...a little scared...now a little less familiar with myself and everyone i once knew. but when ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 11:27:00 GMT |
poem for today |
Today...eyes widening not to "why" but to Divine response...First, mind on mode of seeking stopped like a train, not like bread gone stale but a trajectory derailed because my destination revealed its...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 15:55:00 GMT |
great scotts, love is loverly... |
Love lingers on lips but never lets you call its name&you picture frame it and place people inside, obects inside, elements inside&but love rejects the borders you've molded it into, rejects the angle...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 10:27:00 GMT |
what’s mine is yours |
I figure&we are in service to one another as we turn each other on to the deep music we stumble upon&because what we're REALLY sharing is a fresh reminder of the Divine&
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jul 2008 18:08:00 GMT |
slightly tangential...that’s how i do |
Left the playground for the mountains, climbing skyward in search of Me inside out, I think I'm in the clouds, lost and found on the daily&and miracles are always in the making, can't fake my way unle...
Posted by on Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:46:00 GMT |
i’m a woman ain’t i |
My feminine strength isn't in my ability to control and make "perfect" my body or image&but in my ability to surrender control over ALL elements of my life, allowing my perfection to rise up to my sur...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jun 2008 19:57:00 GMT |
