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portal (another reminder)

talk to your mind so

so sweetly, like you

talk to a baby

& perhaps here

in this tenderness

there is freedom

turn around


look at yourself


really look

there you are

there you are

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rooted

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note to self [01-19-23]

this is your life.


enjoy it.


enjoy thoroughly what is here.


you are not a victim.


you are the creator.


you make decisions.


own them.

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honey in my hair

honey in my hair

matted and tangled

sticky and pubic

oh what a snarled web

we’ve woven!


the queen bee

she whispers to me

some things I can’t tell you

but this I reveal:

we have the power

to heal ourselves

through orgasm


honey in my hair

they told me to be

weak and submissive

you’re just a girl

not so

I’m a sword


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rain haiku [575]

moist pitter patter

frigid darkness, Milky Way

sleep sound in the womb

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Mother Grief

Been on a journey


Through & through cycles,

Cycles — each time


Becoming


More confident

Leaping into unknown

Ishvara pranidhana!

Been on a journey

Everything played out


Perfectly, disastrously

All divinely orchestrated

All from the heart

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nothingness: a reminder to self

how to overcome doubt on the path? remind: this is the only option. this tender, fierce, messy, arousing, limitless artmaking. this perpetual longing. this flirtation with God.

remind: honey, you are absolutely nothing and that is the most beautiful thing. keep going. keep not going. listen listen listen to the silence. let the creative impulse undulate within the heart-mind. rise and fall. the waves. again.

“a writer or any artist can't expect to be embraced by the people. i’...

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it was only a dream

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words from may 2020

my sleepy eyes open

i make a cup of coffee

and read with elias

i drive to the beach

say mantras by the ocean

i breathe

am nervous i’ll get into trouble for going into the ocean

i breathe

do it anyway

submerge myself in dark brine

the womb the womb

home

again!

feel a rush of adrenaline

i breathe

come home to myself

when i want to do nothing but run

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sleep no more

the sharp edge of life

like an ice pick,

this razor-edged clarity

vibrant colors pulsating, undulating

with opened eyes wide so wide

i gasp, tremble, weep, rejoice

rouse in the dance of the serpent

all surrender to Her raw magnificence

but stay sedated, you stay

i understand—know the pain well

some days i’m lulled into anesthesia

unexpectedly: a stroke of grace


i cannot sleep anymore

i cannot...

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musings on nude portraiture

nude portraiture (which sees the body as an art-form, and strips it of habitual societal hypersexualization) has been key in reconnecting with the sacred essence of my body. the body: our abode for this life. celebrating and bowing to this complex vessel in all its forms. in all it’s bliss and grief and messiness and paradoxical perfection.

this art form has been and continues to be one of the most healing rituals for my relationship with my body/ sexuality. i consistently get this f...

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🌩️

suspended in time

a trillion blades of grass

dusted in amber light

that i am

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friend, listen: this love doesn't come or go.

one sip from the cup of that sweetness, the world starts to spin.

now I'm a drunk for life. unsoberable.

tell them it's useless to try.


—mirabai

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welcome January full moon

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in wonderland


death on my mind

death on my mind

oh oh fear!

opening to the fear

reveals that it’s

excitement in disguise

as a great teacher said:

“altogether we are happy to die.

we take our joy along with us.

it is unusually romantic to die”

and so i slip into dream state

each night and each night

i die … last night i become

aware within the dream

i am on a rusty fire escape

in the mid...

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All you have to do is ask


Been working

Going going going

Head bowed,

kidneys clenched

Quick—earth is burning

Burdens on shoulders

Be martyr—repent repent repent


And then—stop.


Fatigue

I need

I need

I need

Well, to be gentle

with me


Realize: really need tenderness,

Realize: really need Motherly love

spacious, all-accepting, always there

Really need to give ...

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a reminder to myself for the new year

before you speak, ask yourself:

i) is it kind?

ii) is it necessary?

iii) is it true?

iv) does it improve the silence?

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