May we, you and I,
come into awareness
of our powers
of intellect,
our every thought
and imagining–
may we know them as gifts, sacred.
Month: February 2018
Seven Prayers, #1
May the experiences that deliver us
to the brink of breaking
be held as opportunities for evolution.
Dear Heart
Dear Heart,
(a letter to my heart and any other heart in need)
The absence of romantic, sexual, intimate love that you are currently experiencing is not a sign of your inadequacy, nor of your unworthiness. You are worthy of healthy, whole, reciprocal love. One day you may find it, or perhaps it will find you. Take a moment to remember you chose this path, and there is purpose in it. Solitude and loneliness are great teachers. Take a moment to acknowledge the abundance, the multitude of forms, of love in your life. Love is all around you just waiting for you to notice, to enjoy, and to pass on. Conjure all you have to give your phantom lovers–your fierce passion, your warmth, your softness, your playfulness, your strength, your pleasure, your touch, your humor, your fantasy, your special sauce, your everything–and let it rain down on your being in a quenching, nourishing, ecstatic flow. No one else owns your love. Though others may ignite and inspire your love, it is yours and it belongs only to you dear heart.
I am drawn
(for my unsung muses, and in honor of eros)
I am drawn to you
as I am drawn to water,
to river and ocean.
Your allure,
it seeps subtle, into flesh and bone,
into thoughts and dreams,
knowing not boundaries of distance, nor time.
Your allure,
it electrifies my senses.
It awakens the unspoken.
I long to immerse my body in your waters,
to swim your strong currents,
to be held in moments of stillness.
I yearn to feel permeated,
to cleanse and be cleansed.
I could surrender to your waters,
so cool, deep, and dark,
so soothing
to one who burns.
I could let your waters take my life.
But we are not adversaries,
and I am not here to offer up my life.
We are energies capable of joining, elementally–
magma flowing to meet oceanic waves.
We together would be
a crashing, transforming,
warming, cooling,
sighing, steaming union,
creating future fertile ground for regeneration.
Everbearing 