Una eulogy sinvergüenza.
I did not say goodbye. I did not go to her funeral. I did not even send flowers. When my aunt passed away, I didn’t do anything. I was out of town for a wedding when my brother called and told me that she died in the hospital from diabetes-related health complications. Read the rest →
ˈkrēdō –noun. A statement of the beliefs or aims that guide someone’s actions.
My Credo by Kamala Devi, Spring of 2015
10. Ultimate Reality, which is God lives through me, you and every living creature, blade of grass and grain of sand. 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 →
Dear Gentle Reader,
During the long hot days of summertime, most thoughts melt like ripe watermelon and sweet corn in my mouth with a lingering after-taste. Some fleeting insights strike me like unexpected lightning in a flash flood. I’ve made it a practice to capture them like fire flies and pin them on Facebook. Read the rest →
I am simply overflowing with poetry and passion for life after a nourishing 4-day retreat where I contemplated the ancient koan: Tell me what Life is.
I have taken half a dozen Enlightenment Intensives but this was my first time working with personal development coach, Linda Robinson who is pictured below, facilitating me in a harmony integration session. Read the rest →
Even though we aren’t naked, my girlfriend Roxanne and I have been suspended from Facebook, multiple times, for posting these pictures. So, I should probably warn you that these photos are considered rude, lewd and socially unacceptable (much like our love).This pristine poetry, however, springs from my immaculate heart. Read the rest →