In March, Kamala Devi embarked on a 30 day “ecosex” challenge, to take one flower photo per day. The most striking part of this project is that everything she captured, is now dead. She immortalized her experience with one line per photo, which it resulted in a colorful tapestry of poetry and art celebrating the colors of Spring! Read the rest →
This original poem was inspired by Christy & Charles Muir. I was honored to be sister-priestess-bridesmaid at their wedding on March 29th, 2015 with about 80 members of their tantra family. As the creator of the event where they met, Tantra-Palooza on 12-12-12, I wanted to immortalize the story of love at first sight. Read the rest →
It’s Michael’s 50th birthday!
I am blessed to have spent over a 5th of our lives together, and in love. I ‘m proud to share with the world my 10 ten list of the infinite reasons why I love my Michael Man. Read the rest →
Like Puzzle Pieces
like sugar in water, around us.
Salty tears and the smell of blood
have no meaning, except that
which we give them.
And I give them a lot,
–I’m generous, that way.
I cry every day,
and bleed every month,
when my womb melts
from the inside outas a regular reminderthat we create life–It’s just how we’re built.Being by your bodygives my womb permission.Somehow the frequencyof your womanhood resonateslike a tuning fork, in my arms,when you’re there,just breathing.Your hands against my skinmake a certain sound,nobody else can hear–like the taste in my mouthwhen you look at me,or elsewhere.So, I write lyrics to songsthat will never be sungand dance with myselfwhen you are not here.The ache in my jointshints at our years togetherand screams:“I want to grow old with you.”Woman, I want to peel offthe veils that cloak realityso we can see the contrastbetween now and eternity.I’m done playing hide and seekwith love, the truth, and god.You have tagged me inand together we’re teamed,like a double negativethat makes everything
positive.When I cry, or bleed, now,You may–or may not–join me,but I am not alone.We are reconciling opposites.Like puzzle pieces, that don’tactually fit, but leave a holein the picture, so we canremember it’s an illusion. Read the rest →
To My Friend.
Of all the numbers accounted by man,
the most significant yet incalculable
is how many hearts you ignite.
Your love cannot be quantified,
for every candle you illuminate seems
to spark all others in it’s sphere. Read the rest →