intertwining

make love

of your Self

perfect ♾️

melancholy moon

suspension

only when i surrender

only when i let my heart

be pierced by the present

moment and accept all

as perfect RIGHT NOW

am i free, free, free

‘servant’ - june 2022 diary:

one must serve

the body

before the body

serves one

in return

holy body

“wherever in the world a female body is seen, that should be recognized as my holy body.”

—vajrayogini

~ some outtakes from ‘rose blessing’ series with the lovely, fierce kiana … she had 200 roses in her apartment, what magic ✨ ~

i have a lot of questions & the answers create more questions

what is it

to matter

to oneself?

to another?

is that the same?

a magnetic

re-membering

a gentle

dis-membering

a mirror

and a string

of pearls

each pearl

a death

a song…

MOTHER,

in giving birth

to my Self,

again and again,

i become

my own

Mother

always a balancing act…

conversations with a desert rose

sky mind

sky like mind

mind like sky

sky-like mind

mind-like sky

i’m scared, but this time i love it.

excess

something is always born of excess: great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them.

-ANAÏS NIN

scarlet spectator

serpent princess: ‘mind looking at itself’

20 photos from my time with nabila & her lovely cobra 🌹🐍🩸

‘contents of a human heart’

dear,

the sacred, quiet hour

in love

we need, in love, to practice only this: letting each other go.

for holding on comes easily; we do not need to learn it.

- Rainer Maria Rilke (tr. Mary Dows Herter Norton)

aquatic

another edit

02-11-23 (‘he, the blade’)

‘he, the blade’

seeing myself

this way,

exhilarating

jarring

disturbing

arousing

no more hair

no more shield

of ‘femininity’

truly naked

so very naked

the dresser cut it away

but it wasn’t enough

so i asked a loved one

to shave closer,

please, i want

nothingness.

together in the shower

i, tense with antic...

flowering

the body

as a servant

of compassion

perfect disaster

out of every extreme

is born the seed

of its opposite

in balance

there is peace,

nectar, freedom

yet balance

looks so different

for each person

‘visions’

who am i, really?

[full moon

rose petal

blessings]

and a note:

“the dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees—

to learn something by being nothing.”

—mary oliver 🌹

meeting her again

“The experience of the Self is always a defeat for the ego".

- Carl Gustav Jung, Mysterium Coniunctionis, P. 546

areola + rosa rubiginosa

valleys

‘too close for comfort’

‘visitation’