What May Come

Your lingering scent on my skin
conjures up stories
of every time I've known love,
a boundless universe of love stories
linking what has been
to what may come,
this faint aroma
interweaving memory and desire.
Fingers dancing on delicate skin
your caress, alive with wonder,
sweeps me away
into a wide open horizon
redrawing the outline of my heart
shifting textures of these boundaries
spacious, permeable
in the shining light of rapture.
An alluring quiet envelops me
as I offer my lips to yours
yielding, allowing, opening
to a blank page before us,
letting those stories we drag around
begin to rewrite themselves
finding colorful new adjectives
at the tip of your tongue
verbs nestled in your strong embrace
as your arms pull me close,
giving life to a new tale
word after vulnerable word.
My last defenses shaken loose
by the honey drenched courage of your heart
washed away by your humble grace,
I surrender
and rest in this expansive place
of shared beginnings
and dawning dreams.

Quiet

It's so quiet tonight.
I'm so awake tonight.
Hazy light in the garden
distant symphony of good bugs & bad bugs
from the trees above
Sweet silence
as if
I can't remember
a time so
still,
like I've forgotten,
the depth
of silence.
Noises come and go in the background
but nothing penetrates
this sweet space
my thoughts rolling gently
around in my mind
grand spaciousness
a place, a time
to relax
to wonder
to dream
to relish in the fantasies
of what if
and where to.
Simply delighted to occupy
this space today.
learning to dive into the cool waters,
remembering what it feels like
to be
alive.

Many Pathways to the Sun

Across the water
I can see where I've been
Places visited
Sights seen
With eyes long forgotten.
I see pathways
Crissed & crossed
A younger self
Weaving stories
As I walk
The arc of growth & expansion
Rising to greet
A forgiving skyline.
Fire illuminates the bay
Sun dancing across its surface
In sparkling waves
And three bridges bind
This space in time
Guardians of memory,
Transformation.
Oh, to build a boat with this pen
Sails from this paper
Not to sail away
But to sail in.
Wind & water
Song & grace
A piece of
A part of
A dream of
Resonant mirror.
Sky above
Bird calls
Noticing
& listening -
There are many pathways to the sun.

Inner Alchemy

 “Visita Interiora Terrae Rectificando Invenies Occultum Lapidem”

Sacred dagger
trembling hand
cut a hole right in
the center of me
steady breath
clear mind
pointed like
the blade
draw a line
through space
through time
removing
these false truths
nestled
inside.
Reluctant hand
pries from Ego's grasp
what it so
desperately
clings to
in the name of
Protection.
Tears fall
like veils
revealing
a softer
more vulnerable
truth.
Gaping wound
transcends to joy...
never forgetting
the blade's path
nor the sharpness
of it's point.
Kiss the wind
breathe it in
alchemy,
transformation.

WWAD (What Would Aphrodite Do?)

Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, Joy
Divine Pleasure, Beauty,
I bow reverently at your feet
offer myself in service to you
adorn myself with beauty
my heart expanding with every breath.
I lay myself before you
ask humbly that you
fill every last cell of my body with joy
let beauty wash down upon me
let it tickle my skin
delight my senses
let it bathe me in inspiration
shower me with light.
Aphrodite, I call unto you,
awaken the parts of me that have
been afraid to know pleasure
in its most rewarding form,
the parts that have so patiently
awaited your presence.
Oh Aphrodite, Queen of Sensuality,
help me to find intimacy in
all my relations
in all my actions
in all my connections,
with myself and others.
Bless my days with your presence
so I may sensuously explore the world,
so I may know myself in all my aspects.
Aphrodite I devote myself to you,
I devote myself to reveling in
Joy, Beauty, Divine Pleasure, and Sensuality,
simply because I can,
because I must.
Open to serving,
open to receiving,
I bow to you oh Queen Aphrodite,
I bow to Love.

Exhale!

Enchanted by the
delicate dance
of inhalation
gracefully bowing to
exhalation
again
and
again,
waves gently
washing ashore,
treasuring the bliss
in that precious
still moment
when all breath
has left the body,
time and space
disappear
only peace
remains.

Traverse the Night

"Shaman Dreams" by Susan Seddon Boulet

Messengers

Another piece of the puzzle

Tears, like holy messengers
traversing the night
bearers of obscured wisdom
rising up through my belly
expanding my chest
pouring into my throat
before falling out of my eyes
weeping, weeping, weeping.
Tears, startling me awake
with their urgency
leaving me trembling
in the darkness
not knowing
how to hold such ferocity
in this fragile mind, body.
Tears, found a door through
my sticky subconscious
little puddles on my pillow
perhaps the stirrings of my soul
hitchhiking on a dream
stretching towards the light.
Tears, a liminal puzzle
jumbled code
seeking the clarity of dawn
and an audience of me -
at my most
vulnerable.