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....

Nourishment

im not interested in whispers
across shadowy distances
give me the bread of truth,
nourish my body and soul
with divine union
deep breath
sanctuary in sex
hearts meeting G-d
rooted in earth energy
mossy forests ancient rock
cool river, warm breeze
tapestry of the night sky
speak to me
the way my feet commune with
the ground as they meet,
lovers in reverence and delight...
there is beautiful art
just inside this longing

Be the Drum

would you
keep the beat
so i can find my way
through this dark
so i can hear the echo of my voice
in the cave of your Heart
so i can sing spirals through
the space between as we part
and come together again...

vibrations in my chest and lungs
releasing part of me
that's been strung
wanting nothing more than
to play with my voice
over your teasing drum
looping our sounds with crater winds and ocean spray
embracing through the night
dancing time and space away...
full moon in my heart
a song in the soles of my feet

let heartbeats be our words
drops of sweat, our punctuation,
exclamation marks
dot the floor
as we slither
in, out and through Infinity's door
shedding skin and stardust
finding our way with our tongues
rattling and unraveling
all of existence into One

the ritual i find with you
births new moons and stirs ocean stars
this ritual is
cosmic amethyst rock and sounds of Sitars.
it is the translation of tapestry
from the times of Shams-i-Tabriz
images dissolve, Truths absolve.

this ritual is the illumination of deep secrets kept
in the solace of
Om Ah Hum
it is the brilliance of
Om Mani Padme Hum

the invocation of Quan Yin

drenched, trembling,
danced all the way through,
nothing left to be or do
in this place of stillness i reflect:
my heart has been harmonized
by Sacred Stone and Water
been dragged through G-d's fire and
carried on a thousand winds

now, broken open by your gaze
letting your love pour in and
your touch linger on my skin
no need to end or begin
learning compassion like Quan Yin
the most beautiful way to be
when i forget what i want or what life wants from me

and i can float on the river
in the river
be the river, getting free

you arise, a person like the dawn,
i use this desire like birds use song
finding contentment in
une amuse-bouche of Longing
served to my souls lips

flow into staccato

i've heard the sound of truth,
syncopated in suspension
moving like the Ganges,
cutting through the mind's tension
thoughts follow feet, get lost on the way
allowing, uncovering this new terrain
flowing into what is there, and yet to be
letting my spirit dance me

slipping right into inspiration,
like a fish in water
my aura glows like embers,
made of breath and fire
release the warrior
leaving the soft part of me to
explore my angles, my edges
stop, go and let the beat carry me