POETRY

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

On the Night the Stars Were Born

On the night the stars were born I made love to you. I filled you with desire, hope, tender embrace. The moon shone her light of graceful hope into your eyes and I gathered you in my arms. ©Rebecca Cavender

I Am the Fire of Life

I am the fire of life, your yoni portal, your everlasting light —the orgasmic birth of your holy presence. I lick up your spine in remembrance of your ecstatic flame. I lick up your spine —a lover of infinite proportions. I lick up your spine —in love with your body...

ACROSS THE WIND

You come across the wind, stolen in time erased against the rhythm of the world.  You defy elements:        fire is your home        water is your refuge         earth is your cave. I don't know which way you came         here, across my skin         here, within my...

Enter the Center of My Fragrance

Enter me. Enter the center of my fragrance, the elixir of my Love. Come closer. Hear the taste of honey on your tongue. My sweet embrace beckons you, my soul-heart whispers your name. Enter here. Enter me. Intoxicate me. ©Rebecca Cavender

THE DAWN OF WINTER

The dawn of winter spreads its long light-wings to the aching meadow, illuminating Frost’s kiss —a coy remnant from last night. You think Summer’s grasses are now stoic, silent with cold: But they linger, blushing frozen white, renewed with glistening diamonds of...

It Doesn’t Have to Be Complicated

It doesn't have to be complicated. It doesn't have to be rushed. There is a play on the wind that calls you, a hush in the moments where all is still. It waits for you: the quiet, the whisper of your heart. Simple blessings radiate the heat of your existence, the way...

Dance, Dance, Dance

Dance, dance, dance. Spin your ecstasy in Union. Hear the call of your heart; the drums of your feet, tapping the floor, an echo of remembrance, singing you home. Dance, dance, dance. Whirl into your cosmic body, your electric field of transmutation: Galaxies alight...

HOME

I breathe through your vast sky colored the flame of fire: a joyous reunion a portal to ecstasy.  Immersed in your vision, I touch starlight nights (my fingertips buzz) It becomes my companion, soothing the memory of old aches, encircling me in the taste of home....

I RETURN

I feel the beat of my heart in the womb of the earth.  It pulsates, extending a warm hand -stretched across sky- tracing, like braille, secret codes that remember           truth           grace           a mirrored love. There's union in this:           magma   ...
THE DAWN OF WINTER

THE DAWN OF WINTER

The dawn of winter spreads its long light-wings to the aching meadow, illuminating Frost’s kiss —a coy remnant from last night. You think Summer’s grasses are now stoic, silent with cold: But they linger, blushing frozen white, renewed with glistening diamonds of...

Earth Story: When Earth Speaks

Earth Story: When Earth Speaks

Your body is land-water-sky. You’re birthed from all three. We live within you. Salt bones Liquid light Wind pathways: We bring you home. Home to the light dance. Of water and sky and land. You are our salt. —says Earth— ©Rebeca...

Ancestor Ocean

Ancestor Ocean

The ocean is our ancestor. And our blood ancestors remind us that “The Great Birth of Creation” came from the waters: Waters carried from all sides of the earth. Water carried from joy, from heartbreak. Water bubbling with life—with väki, with awen. Go to the waters....

Wild

Wild

There’s a wild in the river’s rush: crystal ice melted from hard-working glaciers, stone and dust. They’re in a hurry to meet the fjords: the howling wind welcomes them home. ©Rebeca Cavender

Winter

Winter

  Winter’s on the        tip               of          our                                      tongues. Frost speaks        (the ancient language)                        of                                 ice               and                                    ...

When We Listened: A Wailing Song

WHEN WE LISTENED A Wailing Song for George Floyd    When you close your eyes to listen,  what do you hear?    Do you hear his name on the horizon     where ocean meets sky     where seagulls take flight and spread their wings like angels?   Even the...