I wanted to write about divisiveness in the world—especially within the self help and wellness communities. And then politics. Community vs. elitism. Medical freedom vs. tyranny. Free speech vs. Censorship. Love vs. policy. But… calling out divisiness seemed… ironic.
Everyone foraging for the happiness that was always right there to be had.
With unlimited stillness we are all feral, finding home.
If you’re on your creative edge, you will continuously want more. True desire is full and insatiable. She is appreciative and ceaseless. She is present and she sees possibility everywhere. This is the divine paradox of intentional creating. You’ll love what you’ve got with all your heart today, and you will be ready for more tomorrow… and the next day.
The Ultimate and Immediate Why:
Swallowing fresh water,
through our mouths,
words of adoration, and
I saw a Muslim man roll out his prayer carpet in Union Square park
to prostrate to his god.
People, dogs, pigeons, were passing by his intimacy.
Sometimes, my heart is so openI can’t tell if it is a gaping wound or a portal for everything that ever was and ever will be…
You know what I want? I want JUST LOVE. Something so pure it transmutes my terror of not getting what I want into what I want the most: JUST LOVE…
We dance ’round fires
to pray for others to change,
and we change our names
so that a reality we don’t truly want
will let us in the door…
The outline of my being
shines brighter than
agreements I made before now…
The long time of loud striving
the symbols of success
keeping time in my head
always a quarter b-b-beat behind…
I am looking
for a place
to put this fire…
If I ever tell you
that I long for my
don’t back away…
That tired beautiful animal in me needed to die,but not like a sacrificial offering…
Desire enchants you to the woods
and has you push through the muck
with the patience of a Lotus.
Search everywhere for your keys.
And then she makes you drive all night, desire,
With no map or insurance.
Empty your belly of rage and striving Create! Create! Create! and all the while, be still so you can hear the code of The Beginning.
A poem, with audio. I never feared the darkness, only the cold that can come with it.
My love for you
than any compass could map.
But like a Queen
with the luxury of time and resources…
I was in a special English class in high school, the one for the word geeks and bookworms. That was me in the front row with big hair and leg warmers, talking Bronte and Shakespeare. Mrs. Mulvey, my English teacher, was on the outside of my teen drama (and there was a lot of drama back then — I left home when I was sixteen), and we rarely spoke out of class, but how she treated me quietly influenced my entire creative career…