Pocket-Sized Hiding Behind Beautiful Metaphors

    I find myself pocket-sizedhiding behind beautiful metaphors.In fact, I make a new living out of it,being a yoga and meditation teacher. She asked me, what is the metaphorI read through a shaking voiceevery cell in me wantingto be witnessed by the Kingof...
Watch Me Be Full

Watch Me Be Full

I wake up feeling good  to my flat empty stomach As if being empty is the perfect  sanctuary for my sacred dwelling What if it was nourished  and completely fully instead? What if I told you  that you need to listen better? Not to all the voices around you  but to...
No More Lies

No More Lies

I must tell my truth. There is no more air in my lungs that will speak any more lies that cost me my oxygen.  One Sunday, I worried she was gone like the King tide of the past winter where the ocean touched the tips of the land’s edge. She wasn’t a tsunami or storm,...

Ignite

She is not quite She is loud and fierce She is bold and passionate In everything that she steps into she doesn’t just dip her toes She dives straight into the deep in Ready to drink in fully every ounce of life She knows the preciousness of time  of life that nothing...
Standing at the edge

Standing at the edge

I’ve been exploring with the limits of my womb. In its held life, it’s created one precious life and in its held the wounds of too many men stealing away pleasure they couldn’t find for themselves before I even knew what pleasure was.  In this precious place, I’ve...

If it’s burning…

If it’s burning inside you let it have it’s fire Deep inside us often we find these things rattling on and on. They consume or our thoughts, consume or our actions even. Often we hide from them, chase distraction or anything that will quiet them. But what if we...