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

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...

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...

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...

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...

Impermanence

Impermanence swells along the mouth of the river open wide stretched in surrender to ceaseless change— sediment holds to the edge like an old lover, unyielding, unwilling to let go afraid to be swallowed by rising tides after winter hibernates and ice melts along the...

IN BETWEEN

You light the fire of my heart: tender and warm, a flame to be reconciled. Do you open yourself to the splendor of possibilities, the rapturous heat awaiting you? You speak in tongues and whispers, fingertips and salt. In between, a silence: then crack like frozen...

Come to My Horizon

Come to my horizon, drink from my sea: a torrent of desire, echoing within your currents, your tides of salted-hope. Reach for the wild stillpoint, the edge of infinity; I’ll beckon you closer, then sweep you away. ©Rebecca Cavender

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 Want to Sing in You

My hips sway to your music: the way you play inside my heart, strumming chords of a symphonic fire, composed by your touch. I want to sing in you, rise up your spine through your fingertips out your throat a union without words only sound only love only grace....

Earth – Sky Tantra: A Loving Birth Story

by Rebecca Cavender | poetry, sacred self-expression

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

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

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...