What We Live For: Poetry, Beauty and Love

Sir Shakeshaft and I are continuing our playful collaboration, he has officially pronounced me his muse of poetic inspiration and this morning we exchanged the following conversation:


Sir Shakeshaft: But how does it feel to be appreciated so much, and the inspiration for my words?

Ava: It feels great, it feels like fun, it feels like playful and creative, it feels like me, it feels exciting, it feels like we are meeting in spaces of poetry and language and sensuality and passion where all other artists living and dead still dwell and where all is alive and vibrating with vigor, oozing with succulence, madly in love with life. It feels like what I came into this physical existence to do – express myself and co-create with others on the same wavelength.


Being a muse is something quite new, yet it feels like what I was born to do. Creating art that inspires, like a spark quickening wildfires.

Enjoy these couple of beautiful verses Sir Shakeshaft sent me these past two days along with images I created especially for them this morning – you don’t have to be in the same physical space with another to co-create, it’s a vibrational alignment.

Lágrimas de Saudade

Crying into the quiet, a lovely sound
As Dreams in mind will ever rapture
And blithe tears will hit the ground
Both vague & constant desires capture

We may not have the stars forever
Love hurts as much, as it ever inspires
The Moon & Earth must dance together 
As we step into these passionate fires

If I should wander and find your feet
Might I hold your heart as any hand
For seas are sailed to make complete
And skies are flown to another’s land

Longing maketh any journey sweeter
As those thoughts of warmth increase
Liketh cold toes by the Ardor of the heater
We’re naked wrapped in a downy fleece

And as your cheek upon my chest
Your fingers search in hope to find
I can feel how delicate be your breast
And kiss your head to make love to 
your mind. 

Agora temos nosso próprio Saudade
Esses desejos ardentes desejam
Se eu pudesse te dar cada sombra
Você saberia que pertencemos a nós

{We now have our own Saudade 
Those ardent desires longing
If I could gift you every shade
You would know of us belonging}

Sir. Shakeshaft 🥀

Love’s Front Door

Creative spirits find ways to collaborate and the Internet and photo sharing sites like Unsplash have made it easier than ever before. I was excited to learn that the talented Tanya DeVonne has included some of my images to go along with her poems in her new book “Sipping Wine Over Rhymes: Love Lessons”. Enjoy her words below and purchase the collection on Amazon if you’d like to dive deeper in her creative world.

il Sole mi scalda il cuore

Every once in a while you meet another Romantic in the space of creative inspiration. Honored to be Sir Shakeshaft’s muse and to be able to evoke a genuine depth of feeling within him that comes out in the form of beautiful verses. He found my images on Unsplash and kindly messaged me yesterday to share his luscious poetry “for people who sleep with flowers to scent their dreams.” If more of us dreamt of beauty, sensuality, love, romance and the sublime, what a wonderful world it would be… or it already is? I love that the first poem is inspired by my last post – on savoring all of life one moment at a time, no rushing, only when it’s necessary… Enjoy this love-making collaboration in the form of images and words that know no bounds and excite imaginations…

il Sole mi scalda il cuore

I savoured her smile, as she trembled;
From my touch, as I find!
I savoured her smell, as she melted;
From my lips, as I kiss!
I savoured her sound, as she moaned;
From my actions, as I decline!
I savoured her taste, as she quivered
From my tongue, as I dismiss...
...all of time, as we cannot rush!
I savour how her love has us both blissed:
Each inch I savoured, each inch I kissed!

I savour our propinquity, as we possess:
Each other’s skin, each other’s breath!
I savour like the sun... your warmth,
And bathe, as our senses dance & rave!
I savour our whispers, the love you speak:
Each other’s lips, nothing is left?
I savour our rhythm, as it rolls like waves,
Love never blind, though craves...
...infinite moments with no end!
I savour her peace as she sleeps,
Kiss her eyes - joyful tears she weeps!

Shakeshaft 🥀

Stone & Water

Sameer just messaged me on Instagram asking if he could use one of my images on Unsplash for his poetry. Naturally, I said yes and he was gracious enough to translate in English his beautiful Hindi poem for us to enjoy! I am sure there are parts that get lots in translation, but we can use our imagination…

 Women are stone, perhaps 
 And men seem to be water.
 They roll on the body of women 
 Exactly like water over stone; 
 Men too can't go inside and feel women's heart, 
 They describe women as
 Hot or cool 
 Soft and hard
 By touching their body as per their own needs.

by Sameer

Mtn Days

Cassidy Brooke is an aspiring artist who just released her first song and used one of my images on Unsplash for the cover – yay! I love her joyful song and I am pretty honored 🙂 You can find “Mtn Days” on all platforms and support Cassidy’s music!

“Old Books” by Leaf & Tree

When Leaf & Tree Music designed the cover art for his song “Old Books” using one of my images on Unsplash. Enjoy the song below 🙂

Old Books
by Leaf & Tree

Listen to the song here

Walking by the windy old river 
with the ghosts and the Milky Way at night 
always searching for answers to questions that I have never asked 

Always searching for something 
what it is I have no idea 
like the dogs that bark and the sirens they sing 
for reasons undefined 

I know the way home is written and paved in gold 
is my only way home written in pages of old books? 

The rock came tumbling down onto me 
I was crushed underneath of its weight 
My body disappeared–sealed my fate 
and as I feared: my soul to the river was bound 

I know the way home is written and paved in gold 
is my only way home written in pages of old books? 

Wading through the windy old river 
I’m a ghost in the Milky Way tonight 
But my calls can’t be heard and the answers can’t be found 
To the questions I have to ask

Of Ava by Ada

We are all mirrors to each other and Ada sees himself in me, reflected in beautiful poetry…

Of Ava

Eyes hidden deep, but I see
Caressing nature into oneness
Her body, Mother Earth, Complete

Seeing her, she is deep
Amongst a sea of shallow
Body worn, now soul ignited

Vision of yesterday, tomorrow 
Cycle complete. Cycle begins.
Final cycle, we become one

Eyes tight, hands tremble
Anticipation! Magnetic! Gentle.
Lightly. Then energy, sweat!

Eyes open, new world
Magic! Wonder! Light!
Fingers connected. Steps united.

Finally alive!
Not cerebral, but flesh
No vision of night or day

Forever. Finally. Seeking found.

- Ada 

Go For It… Now

That one time when soul brother VavRaahi re-imagined my voice memos to music, elevating and transforming them…

go for it…

between soul & bone

Powerful alchemy between two fellow dreamers: the new cover of “between soul & bone” by my amazing friend Ioana Gheorghiu! She messaged me one evening last week with ideas for redesigning the cover of her magical poetry book for its one year anniversary, and very the next day this co-creation was born! I could not be more honored, since every time I read her words they deeply touch my soul. If you are longing for home, fellow dreamer, this book is for you – it will take you on a journey through the inner landscapes of the mystery of being human and stir the re:membering within you.

gorgeous new cover design by Ioana Gheorghiu, using one of my images on Unsplash