POETRY

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

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....

I See That Slight Curl of Your Lips

I see that slight curl of your lips mischievous and coy. I see the glimpse of arousal in your eyes, Bright with Fire. I hear the way your tongue curls in a languid hiss wanting yearning. I feel the desire on your hands and collapse to my knees. ©Rebecca Cavender

Return to Life: On Resiliency

For anyone who questions whether they’re loved, important, enough, or matter. For anyone who struggles to express themselves & their heart. I sing you back from the dark… back from the dark edge of the abyss— the unknown void, where death’s chambers have been...

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

Singing You Home

i hear a kulning, there—atop the mountain shrouded in mist … elusive, catching light within the dark; the ancient song echoes across fields of hope, answered by gentle bells, ringing in the distance. I want to be carried upon the wind of sound that leaves behind a...

It’s All Music

Light pours through my heart, a beacon of sun radiates bliss across my fingertips and touches your favorite sound: - words of love we whisper - cadence of poetry on our tongues It's all music. An electric sun-ray of hope and generosity, a sanctuary of remembrance, a...

WHEN WE HURT

And this earth hurts more today And this land hurts more today And this eruption of chaos  /of undulating pain/ is louder today.   And I want to caress the bruised cheeks of the planet, sweep into caverns of fire with sweet-honey rain—  spilling blessings for scorched...

I TRAVEL ACROSS YOUR HEART

I travel across your heart-waves,  landing softly upon your lips.  This is a diamond-point edge of love, where fractals of infinity dance on a portal to wholeness: The wholeness that resides in your eternal bliss. You are a spirit-body transcendent, alive: an open...

Open the Gates

Open the gates to your sacred voice. Open the gates to the song of your soul. Open the gates to the chambers of your throat. Say "Ah." Speak. Speak your heart. Speak. Speak your mind. I'll kneel to the power of your truth. Mourn. Feel the lament in your belly swell to...

Earth – Sky Tantra: A Loving Birth Story

On the night you were born, Sky made love to Earth—   passionate and filled with such fervor, that a  rumbling, orgasmic, catalytic combustion of  All Life was created.   Word, Sound danced in infinite darkness until light spun   through Sky’s fingers— ...
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...