Thursday, 15 November 2012
A quote by Martha Graham (American dancer, choreographer)
Saturday, 10 November 2012
Mother Ocean
Mother Ocean
When I float in you, I feel we are one.
You fill me with life, love and empowerment.
Now I give it to you; share it with you,
From a human experience.
Endless silky nurturing-
You are me, I am you... I take a luxurious swim in myself.
Mother Air, I breathe you in,
I breathe you out,
So you may feel yourself through
This human existence.
We are of the same material:
Cells, fragrances, flow, life.
Sharing you, made of you, being you.
I breathe myself in; I breathe myself out.
I pass through myself in
Infinite ways.
Mother Earth,
I live in you, my body is you,
I am of you.
I hear you; taste you, love you-
We consume eachother
Over and over.
Insatiable satiety.
My new home :)
2min walk to the beach
Hot water shower
Nice little kitchen
Big front yard with coconut trees :)
Friday, 26 October 2012
A gentle visitor
Landed on my lips this morning
And stayed a moment
Or two.
I felt it taste
A drop of tea...
Hello little one:
Thank you for your natural love
And trust.
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
A friendly bee
Poses for me
In a moment
Of admiring photography.
I cave- With animated, cute,
Ticklish smiles
When I sneak a peak
At my photos
Of this friendly bee.
So, I share with you,
These three:
Right here; right now
Twittering of birds,
A gentle rain pours a steady stream,
Distant thunder rumbles:
My body awake, alert, listening.
More thunder-
The rooster crows.
All is still.
Lightening flashes, lighting up the sand-
The sky thunders in response.
Fresh smell of a cleansing rain.
Good morning :)
Friday, 21 September 2012
Woman
I love being a woman...
The rising sun, the magical morning energy-
Empowers me.
Dancing on the beach, every limb is alive.
Loving everyone openly, wholeheartedly...
I feel the joy of being a woman.
Wednesday, 29 August 2012
Highest Light
Is a gift of the heavens.
We all yearn-
A deep yearning
To be seen in our highest light;
To be seen as who we deeply are:
Pure inner divine beauty,
Pure wisdom,
Pure heart.
One Billion Words
And beyond.
Unknown senses-
Yet to be described.
Let's add one billion words to
Every language,
So we can start talking about
What's important.
Or let's invent another way of communicating all together.
Intuitive, deep communication:
It already exists like an appendage long forgotten.
A muscle we didn't know was there.
Only at first it seems difficult to start-
To flex a muscle that has never been flexed.
But it can be done;
It is very easy.
Taking a true break, a true holiday by using this long forgotten way of communicating.
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Self-Love
Sometimes I feel it.
Thank you to my teachers:
You may not know who you are.
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
I do not shiver
When I step into
The sweet warm ocean
In my front yard.
I do not shiver
When I stand under
My unheated shower
To wash salt water from my skin.
I do not shiver
When I walk around
With wet hair
Air-drying in the sun.
I do not shiver
When I tuck into bed
With minimal layers
Over my warm sleepy body.
I do not shiver
When I awake
To a new breezy morning of
Sweet ocean scents.
I do not shiver here,
In this warm paradise;
I have not shivered for months.
Am I dreaming?
Thursday, 26 July 2012
I Never Knew
Breathing deeply and filling my lungs with fresh air,
Until fresh air was no longer available.
I never knew how much I loved the depth, breadth and stillness of silence,
Until my ears were ringing with the madness of cities.
I never knew how much I loved
Sitting with the peaceful company of my own presence,
Until I was saturated with busyness.
I never knew how much I was in love
With Mother Nature,
Until I gulped hungrily at a gust of crisp clean air,
Listened to her harmonious, intoxicating silence.
Until I saw her in my own being,
My own breath,
My own body,
My existence- I never knew.
Monday, 23 July 2012
What Trumps Everything?
Kindness,
Turning the other cheek,
Being present,
Joyful belly laughs at oneself,
Wanting nothing,
Silence,
Stillness,
Stopping,
Surrender,
Wise compassion,
Mother Nature,
Inner peace,
Knowing oneself,
Wise generosity,
Shining light in dark places,
Love,
What else?
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Wild Geese- by Mary Oliver
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
~ Mary Oliver ~
Friday, 20 July 2012
I like hanging out with you
I do
Your shadow twirling, dancing,
Out of the blue
Into the sand,
Playful footprints and
No need for a hand...
Makes me smile.
I get to hang out with you for
This little while,
This extended forever, together.
As long as it lasts:
Playing, creating, loving, and
Dreaming so vast,
Of truth and life and humankind.
Warm body, fierce mind.
I find:
In the blaze of the day,
And the dazzling sun,
And the eve,
And the night,
And the morning to come,
There is but one
Treasured company,
One just,
One only -
That leaves me alone
But not lonely.
The Sky Speaks Volumes
Day and night,
A deeply moving conversation
Takes flight
Between the Sky and its lovers:
The extravagant clouds set a tone
Which is felt in the heart of a bird,
And the moan,
Of an adoring human spirit
That stands
Transfixed
With an heaven-ward gaze.
Heart open wide
To the stars and the moon,
As the guide
From within
Speaks volumes
To the attentive listener.
Never give up
Getting to know oneself deeply;
Unveiling enlightenment;
Dissolving self;
Compassionate guerilla warfare against ego;
What if we let go of the whole thing?
Whispers of Love (by Rumi)
"Better to be a prey than a hunter.
Make yourself My fool.
Stop trying to be the sun and become a speck!
Dwell at My door and be homeless.
Don't pretend to be a candle,
Be a moth,
So that you may taste the savour of life, and know the power that's hidden in serving."
-Rumi
Tender
When the sun is approaching the horizon-
But has a way to go yet.
It warms my body
As I peel a mango
Biting into its sweet watery flesh.
Juice and sunlight dripping
Everywhere.
Hair dripping
After a long and lazy swim
In a crystal clear,
Turquoise sea.
Rolling about in the water
Like a contented walrus.
Basking in the low,
Long infrared
Loving light from
The sun.
Tender is this gentle moment,
Birds singing faintly,
Father chatting lightly
With his young children-
All playing in the sea.
The sun is so loving.
I love it back.
Sunlight in my mango
Dripping down my chin.
Drops of water from my hair.
Tender, tender.
Wednesday, 11 July 2012
Here it comes
7pm
Full orchestra of cicadas
Chirping, singing, sawing
The sun dips below
The horizon
Leaving a trail of light across the sky
A blazing orchestra of light
For all to see!
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Fresh Air
I can breathe!
How fantastic:
Clear, fragrant, crisp intoxicating air fills my nostrils, head and lungs
Pulsing through veins, bright red.
Eyes clear,
Heart joyful,
Body alive-
A breathing organism!
Under Water Sky
Floating above,
In a trance of intoxication,
Love.
Drunk on salt air,
Dancing like you don't care.
Slipping into the underwaters
Eyes wide open.
Look up through the rippling ether to the liquid sun and rolling sky.
Fly
Bubbles up
Bottoms up
I'll swim up
There, down there
For-e-ver
Sea blue sky, sky blue sea
Ethereal
Faith
In ourselves-
How deep can it go?
Flow, grow, slow...
We are true diamonds,
Already cut, polished, perfect, lovely
That's everything,
Know it.
Monday, 9 July 2012
Tender Morsel
Even moreso.
Shall I eat you immediately,
Swallowing you whole?
Hardly noticing anything at all?
Or savor each protracted moment
Of your exposed, pulsing vulnerability
With a gentle, kind, loving intention?
Release the stronghold;
Let in the freshest of Earth's sweet perfume.
Sensing, tasting, feeling deeply.
It's ok,
There is no blame, no shame.
In this daring
Deep cavern of the heart,
Renewal is there.
I can taste it.
Flight
Came to me
One night
Over the deep blue sea.
The water was black:
All that shone were the stars
On back
Of the breaking waves.
Read all about it:
News breaks late at night,
As it might
Appear in a dream
Like this one.
You don't know me
Oh yes, I do.
But you don't; not through and through:
Not my deepest intention,
Not really why,
Just a quick assumption,
A fact! you cry.
But no, in fact-
Not that cause, that effect;
This cause can't affect
Your knowing me
Deeply.
Not really.
Unless-
We stop
Bleeding hearts,
And guess:
Can you hear it?
There is
One beating heart.
Making Love with the Sea
Which way is gravity?
Feverish fish-
Tossing and swirling,
Twirling
Human dervish.
Rippling layers over
Waves of rolling laughter
Orca smooth skin
Velvety liquid love
Sea: I love thee.