now, Shakti flys
now, i live
in your chest
watch me go
you will dance
again …
ecstatically luminous
and remember Me
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a poem about life-force, expansion, God, grief, Yoga…….. and some more outtakes from my session with the beautifully fierce tess. sometimes my poetry seems overly simplistic (to me) and maybe because each one feels like a thread in a larger body of work (which i will publish one day). despite the revelatory essence the the words may convey, it is true that sometimes things just hurt. and that is that. there is no bypassing it. but we are never alone. never. one of the worst components of pain is feeling that we are alone. but that is an illusion. the brilliant sharon salzberg says “take one small step to allow whatever helping hands are coming toward you to find you.” letting the waves come and go. come and go. come and go. we are never alone. i love you.