All I Need

Beyond definitions and identities, the real you shines. Namaste, beautiful soul.

Drop it - 
The masks
The fear
The unworthiness
The not-enough
The almost there

The anxiety
The chase
The game
The battle
The guilt
The shame
The struggle
The constant questioning
The perfect image
The imperfect self
The past
The future
The mind
The being right
The preferences and opinions
The many unconquered dominions.

I want you{r} naked
Now.
To our divinity
We bow. 


Resolve
To Dissolve.

smooth surfaces

sensing
energetic
signature
sweet
sensual
passionate
soul
poetry
confined
in
rusty
armor
of old 
stories…
fingertips
tracing
rough
edges
volcano
eager
to erupt
but determined
to stay 
dormant…
sharp
lava
leaves
paper cuts:
enough
blood.

leaving
rugged
terrain
behind
for
new
pages
of valleys
and water
words
worlds
meandering
gently
ever
so
freely
feeling
flowers…

the bodies
know.

{smooth surfaces}
hear it…

Sunday

– what do you desire?

  • to feel alive again… to not worry about anything… to live, really live… to be held by the sunshine… to breathe – fully, freely, fiery… to not deny myself… to be accepted…to embrace all… to make mistakes… to laugh… to kiss… to feel it all… to cry… to reach the depths of my sorrow… to soar to the heights of my joy… to fly… to play… to make love and be bliss… to stay there…entangled and entwined with another body that feels like mine…  my soul wide open to the ecstatic experience… presence permeating all… pervading… one with it all… existing as existence… endlessly unfolding into who i am… flowers, forests, flow… electricity in my veins… essence exuding fragrance… love, lover, loving, loved, love, lover, loving, loved, love, lover, loving, loved, love… depth

You&I

A poem that came through like a flood… the image is setting sunlight flooding in my living room and reflecting off the laptop screen on the wall… so much beauty in the ordinary moments… endless poetry abounds…

I am that I am

I am that 
I am

the darkness and the light
the birth, the death, the flight
the joy, the sorrow and the pain,
the drought, the flood, the rain
the song, the melody, the vibe
the solitary wanderer, the tribe
the moon, the sun, the planets and the sky
the memory in every baby’s cry,
the plants, the trees, the birds, the bees,
the wound, the blood, the bliss, the kiss,
the thing that’s always here, and you always miss,
the river, the creek, the ocean and the sea,
the mountain, the valley, the abyss you never see,
the rose, the fox, the Little Prince, the snake, 
the resurrection and the wake,
the sunshine and the stars,
and maybe even Elon Musk and Mars
{no, this is not a fars}

or is it?…

keep going, 
and you will find out
what all of this
is all about

{or would you?}

to thine self 
stay true

finish… my… sentences…

This collection of self-portraits represents me coming to terms with the truth that I am enough and too much at the same time, and that’s perfectly fine/I would not have it any other way.

I co-created directly with the Sun, the images/videos are NOT EDITED at all, shot in Santa Barbara, CA in August/September 2022, natural light, natural body, natural raw real whole self.

How simple, yet hard to accept oneself completely. However, if/when you do everything somehow falls into place. 🙏❤️‍🔥☀️

click… {bait}

oracle

you won't see
what's coming
until it comes
unless
you see it coming
before it comes

you won't get this
unless you get it
and if not
you will
when you
have to

not everything
makes sense
until it all
makes
perfect
sense

only to
not make
sense
again

two is
one
one is
loop

Elemental Roadmaps

There are unseen passages that open up just for us when we turn within to connect with the truth of who we are. Nothing else is needed, but a willingness to look, to be still, to surrender to the elements, to feel, to know… any time and any place is right to explore the roadmap of the soul.

She was never alone:
The Sun hugged her all over
The Earth supported her every step
The Water nurtured her roots
The Air encouraged her flight
She contained them within.
She gave birth to them without.

FREE:BE

A poem I wrote today inspired by a conversation with my friends in our Music & Poetry Twitter space sharing about this amazing 30-day meditation challenge I did in December

{the benfits of meditation:}

what does it 
mean to be free?

from the stories
that came before,
oppressing you even 
more?

from the ideas of who you need to be,
even the ones
of what it means
to be free?

from the narrow minds
that walk the lines
or
from self-imposed
confines?

from the voices in your head,
thoughts playing on repeat,
feelings that you never wish
to actually truly meet?

if only…
one day…
i could be free
for all the things I want to 
do and be…

for art
for adventure
for music
for friends
for tea
for deep conversations
for long naps
for walks by the sea
for kisses
for laughter
for sharing grief
for dreaming
for savoring
for making-believe
for soaking up sun
for meaningful work
for some simple fun
for all the things
that make you sad
for all the things
that make your heart glad
for all the things
accessible
to you and me 
- surprisingly - 
for free!

funny how it is,
what we seek
is always
right in front 
of us
yet we always 
seem to
miss

then 
one
fine
day
you
realize
that
simply
“FREE”
is
what
you 
have 
always
been 
and 
will
always
be

{self-realization}

spoken version

Bliss

Maybe life is like exploring a new place
 the museums
 the shops
 the cafes
 the restaurants
 he bars
 the parks
 the mountains
 the beaches
 the attractions
 the clubs
 the spas
 the wineries
 the alleys
 the busy streets
 the tourist traps
 the obscure local dives
 the photo ops
 the accidental finds
 the fancy
 the mundane
 the well-trodden path
 the rough terrain
 the sweet
 the sour
 and the like
 the trending
 the forgotten
 the bizarre
 up
 down
 left
 and right
 the sunset
 and the morning light
 so much to see 
 and smell 
 and taste
 to take in
 to experience
 to revel in
 to grace.
 and then

 …
 your face.
 a memory of long ago
 it has always been you
 I’ve longed to
 explore.
 in
 out
 and all the way 
through.
 new vistas
 new landscapes 
 a sacred vision
 come true.

this
is
bliss.