let your story be told

let the truth come alive in your practice. let your body speak. let your knees and toes borrow courage from the beat. let your story be told through the bottoms of your feet, the story your ancestors have been longing to hear you repeat. take up residence in your heart, and let the journey begin. if this speaks to you, i invite you into the realm of the body, where all your experiences live, where your only task is to learn how to tenderly hold all the paradoxes that lie within you. where we learn what making peace looks like, so we can take our prayers out into the world, warriors of beauty.
what does it feel like to laugh out of each pore, once we are released into the unknown, set free.
truth be told, the emotional terrain can be found on the ground underneath your practice, mirroring what you've been looking for in countless other places.
how do you dance when you feel out of tune, when you can't quite remember your song? do you stay playfully committed long enough to allow yourself to discover what you have been secretly longing to find?

The Marketplace

i stumbled into G-d's marketplace
and asked the price of a
beautiful
glistening
gift in the center of things.

lifting this precious item,
"Loving You Madly"
revealed itself,
inscribed in the Heart's language,
at the core of this shining treasure.
i inquired the price of
loving
you
madly.

G-d replied:
"It will cost you your
steamy, disorienting love affair
with the future."

"Take it!"
was my only response
my body surrendered
my mind subdued, like a tame tiger.

i become prey and predator at once
docile and fiery
wanting and letting go.
all polarities dissolve yet again

now holding this gift
in the soles of my hands and feet
i let the blessings seep in through my pores...
receiving this Dance with you

Gravity

a Lua me diz que ela gosta
som de chuva e flor jasmin
with this we entice the Moon
to let us up amongst the stars that sing,
leading us through cosmic trails
of G-d's manifestations
and held in zero gravity, i begin to see
where your lips, your skin, your toes learned how to give Love a shape...
where i speak in tongues
and carry the sound of drums
resounding as a heartbeat
now in these feet i find the rhythm of ancestors
and step into pools of light and sound to clear the way
for Divine interception
recollection
and honor my predilection for those who
remember the Way

Cultivation

when you speak, i watch
flowers take shape
at the tip of your tongue
your touch waters the
rhizomes of love and truth
that are taking root in my ribcage
in each of my palms
resides a sunrise
and last night G-d placed
at the base of my spine
His secret heirloom variety
who knows what will sprout?

Duality

we are
the embrace of night and day
where Darkness comes to meet Light
descending a mountain of desire
deep and steady,
Darkness has come,
bringing His touch of
infinite completion and stillness...
we are
balancing polarities
as we play
trying on different roles
and shades of clarity and opacity
painting sunrises in each other's eyes
we are....

Like a Child

When you look into my eyes,
It feels as if a child is throwing
Pebbles made of Stardust
At the window of my heart,
saying “Come out and

Play”

If I gaze long enough
I might speak this truth that has
Found a comfortable home
In the depths of my heart.

Nothing to do now but

Let go and

Dance

Womb

long before these bodies
were given breath,
when Creation was just conceived,
our Hearts whispered to each other,
resting in G-d's womb.

now we use these words and sounds
to recollect
the gems we came here with,
and joyfully finding in our dance together
that ancient eloquence of
Hearts
Speaking....