musings on: Poetry


How do you know?

how do you know
that he
is
your
one?

when your heart
opens
like a raincloud
pouring
onto
everything
and your feet squish
lovedrenched
steps through
puddles
dripping
down your legs
and
drops sliding
and wetness
everywhere. …


lightlove

soul awakening
rushes in
slamming
like a weightless
ton of bricks

blowing through you
like glitter

torn
a
p
a
r
t
made whole
electric

you
are a black hole
ecstatic abyss


Tantra

revelation asks for nothing

so lay awhile with the power of your softness

remember to breathe

steep in the soothing strength of allowing everything

slide your lips slowly along saltlines

slick skin silkens under rapt attention

beauty seeps into openings if you let it