last night,
we spoke of ragas
(and how they find their way to the end)
we spoke of not being right
(and the right to just be)
we spoke of care and not judging the lost ones
(and i trusted you a little more)
today,
the camellias are blooming soft and pink
(opening to the sun)
fierce wind dances with wetness warm coffee on tongue, a jet pushes through the sky
first, you touched my heart i let you touch my body you stopped touching both
Boldly erotic, fiery and courageous am I. In the flow of Life opening my mind, my heart and my legs for God to enter. Feeling the pulsating turgidity of Life, sensual, strong and soft– I yield. Surrendering to a force much greater than me. Feverishly I open allowing God to explode within me.
“illusionary barriers” taken with Canon ES 20D see it bigger There is no world “out there”. What I perceive is all alive inside of me. It is to that which I turn my attention.
I’ve been considering the subtle qualities of communication as well as the intention behind it because of a few experiences I’ve had recently. Even if I am choosing my words carefully and practicing being “assertive” (versus aggressive) or if I’m saying “I’m not attached to the outcome” when I really am VERY attached, it is…
my door was wide open he flew in i’m not sure why did he find what he needed? i will never know he couldn’t find his way out and died that is the way