I Walk In Beauty

Idanha-a-Nova, Portugal

Monsanto, Portugal

Lilies, Idanha-a-Nova, Springtime

I walk in beauty.
Every syllable that dared
escape these lips,
filters through
this willing body,
some sweet as wine
others bitter with the
heavy taste of earth.
An invisible hand
gently placed
on shoulder
bare and
brushed
lightly by the grace
of sol.
I walk in beauty.
Following the texture
of ancient stones
caressing my feet,
every step
a future past
framed by
billowing clouds
to the East;
to the North
a hole where
rain breaks free
descending from blackness
bestowing the gift
of fertile color
upon the land
in vibrant greens,
a thousand shades,
teased by purple
yellow
white.
I walk in beauty.

(May 2008)

Honeysuckle

Honeysuckle

Megan & Joshua, Nov. 2007

Feral winds howl;
out with the old
and in with..
Listen -
wind whispers in
weathered ears,
bangs against
locked down shutters
and for once,
I can see the cobblestones
thru the squall.
I dive into seas as blue as…
I dive into skin as soft as…
Slipping, sliding
beneath velvet covers
of royal blue;
in dreams as deep
soft, seductive.
Seven squared,
technicolor kitty crash
bam, boom!
Wrap me up, tight
bury me
beneath your veins.
Let me crawl
unhindered thru
the medial
caverns of your body.
Maybe you wont notice
me, dancing gingerly
on the threshold
of your heart
(dental floss stitches
still fresh
and waxed poetic,
subtle flavour of mint);
in knee high boots &
fishnets to the thighs
laughing, always
laughing.
But will you
let me
gouge away?
will i?!?
Or will I run
if I catch my breath
in time,
fear fluttering against my eyelids,
black sharpie
misshapen stars
scrawled clumsily across my breast,
distracted by endless
honeysuckle daydreams,
chasing butterfly kisses
thru past lives,
future memories.
Cuckoo,
as the owl flies,
out of the dream,
awaking,
humbly accepting
our greatest gift -
freedom to love,
love of freedom;
surrendering
to unconditional love
deeper every day.

Kriya of Self

Khajaraho, India

Triund, Himachal Pradesh, India

I ran, blind and barefoot
into a nameless universe,
immobilized for a time
by the broken hearted shadow
of a star crossed lover -
fragile of heart and mind.
Bruises of black, blue, purple;
bleeding red
in murky rivers of life and death.
Wreckage of love’s excess,
desire’s appetite whet
the sour taste of disappointment
drip dripping off lips
kissed by inner tragedy.
Into the pitch, I ran.
So dark was the void
So deep was the pain,
trampled spirit aching
(unbeknownst to it)
to mouth the word,
tongue, lips, cheek & breath,
“forgiveness”.
The arms of a nameless universe
bent back,
its limbs contorting
Kriyas forming out of
misshapen extremities,
molding deformities into
delicately disgraceful sculptures
out of the Earth’s finest clay.
Upon grand shelves of soul
a thousand hopeful figures placed,
ten repentant fingers work
towards one image,
glimpsed in sunrise hues,
under spells of full moonlight;
heard in chant vibrations,
in the clamor of ancient bells,
felt in heart’s sacred temple,
in momentary flashes of remembrance,
one image of perfect Self.
Bruised & deformed
luminescent & hopeful.
Forgiven.

When All is Lost, Freedom Found

Letting Go, Varanasi, India

Along the ghats

Silent Boat Ride at Dawn

Starting Over... liberation.

Ganga Offerings

At home without a home
suddenly, I want to cry.
Footsteps etched in dirt & trash
sunlight dances across closed eyelids
keeping time with the silent rhythm of Earth.
Just breathe.
Breath in the belly,
Breath in the throat,
Breath in the mouth,
Strong, deep inhalations
meet tension in the hips,
restrained emotions
unnamed blockages.
The dreams and heartache
of countless yesterdays
rise & swirl in curious lungs.
Truth is the blanket
swept out from under restless feet.
Beauty is the crash
as I land
bewildered on my ass,
laughing,
because once again,
I know everything
and nothing
in an instant.
Wandering search for a freedom
I know exists;
I’ve tasted it -
in chaotic city streets,
a child’s smile,
in melodies of spice,
under desert rain,
as the sun rises over holy waters
in the throes of passion
in blissed out ecstatic dance,
and most of all
when everything familiar fades away.
Trust in Self,
Sweet, sweet surrender
the abundant universe
provides.
Let go,
let go,
let go.
When all is lost,
freedom found.

For my Sisters...

SoCal Sisterhood

Dollface!

Kfire & I, faery sisters by night

Catia, Amanda & I, sisters in crime and love!

Kitty + piglet = love

Sisters dancing on a rooftop after a magical fire show in Chennai, India

Circus sisters in Saris!


Lux & I, Love Parade 2007

Blindfolded on the way to our firewalk in Goa, India

I walk for you my Sisters.
I walk through burning coals,
with brave feet and tender heart,
confronting a Rage and Fear i cannot name.
I walk for injustice.
harassment.
violence.
I walk for the Mothers,
the sacrifices, the struggle.
I walk for the Daughters,
destinies claimed by vulture over ghettos.
I walk for the Grandmothers,
hands held out on dirty streets.
I walk for the Prostitutes,
trading sex for survival.
I walk for all the Sisters,
who have held terror close to their hearts,
whose screams have echoed unheard,
whose will was stripped away in dark corners,
whose pride and humility was lost in malicious laughter
I walk for you my Sisters.
I walk through burning coals,
with my head high and my heart open,
I walk in solidarity with you,
embracing you with each burning step,
releasing this Fear with empathetic tears,
feeding this Rage to a willing fire,
my prayers for you rising to the heavens with the smoke.
I walk for you my Sisters.

Launched

Deerfields, North Carolina, Autumn 2007

Lake Reflections, Deerfields, NC

Inspired Visions, Tantra by Alex Grey

Launched out of dark lake reflection
crystal cold nite, chilled to the bone
dangling in delicate balance between Earth and Heaven
taking in the Holy sacrament
one slow breath at a time.
Wide-eyed welcome into an unknown realm
a low shamanic hummmmmmmmm
penetrates all charkas simultaneously -
omnipotent song of infinite past, present and future.
Initiation into a rainbow grid,
the face of the goddess
becomes my own,
displayed in interlocking fractal rivers
Tantric rite of passage,
seamless merging
as self dissolves into self.
Confronting all fathomable fears,
acceptance is excruciatingly beautiful.
Nowhere to hide this time,
even with eyes closed
third eye is thrust open
assimilating spirit knowledge.
Linear time on hiatus
Stay just long enough to discover the code,
deciphering it could fill lifetimes.
Answers implanted deep in subconscious slumber,
ripe for discovery in countless serene moments.
Compassionately escorted home,
slow, comfortable re-entry into physical form.
bowed down,
knees sunk into the earth,
whispering elated gratitude
in the ears of all who care to listen.
Alone and dancing in darkness,
lightness of being.
beginner’s mind wanders.

Three Legged Prophecies

Crystal Lake

Amore

Faery Hideaway

Moss covered crevice of green,
faery hideaway.
Digging up serpent bones,
on purpose.
calling up Kundalini sighs,
on purpose.
Simple diaphragm expansion
life energy spills out,
in hula hoop spirals
escapes endless loops.
Smokey prayers, goddess promises
planting the seeds of change,
sowing abundant peace.
Wishing on the whole nite sky
from a steaming bath
cradled in the arms of the forest.
Three legged prophecies
unfold in the pitch,
testing the rugged boundary
of our heart's cognitive map.
Gorogoro,
love blossoms in flowers of green
trimming away excess doubt
revealing majestic purple hues.
Ripples of time dissolve
in crystal lake surface
soft sunlight reflects
glowing love in your eyes.
Surrender in playful abandon
to passion's delight
howling under moon light.
Wild woman tosses her hair,
inviting mysteries of the nite
into ecstatic hearts.
Jazz sounds on the radio
piano keys, purrrrcussion
tapping out timeless rhythms.
Earthy tugging at heart strings
past, present, future
bound together with red ribbons
each knot a careful wish.
Water pours freely from the spring
life, love and nourishment abound;
the dreamy feeling of
coming home to you...