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.
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}
– what do you desire?
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
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
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. 🙏❤️🔥☀️
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.
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}
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.