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...

You are the song of love. You vibrate in my heart, through my deepest wisdom, through the echoes of my bones. I know you. I remember you. I see you here. We sit across from one another a blessing of the Beloved a blessing to be reunited. You play my song. You play my...

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...

This is not the kind of love borne from cedar-ocean-moss  or the scent of rain kissing your cheek. This is not lost in soft tides ebbing-flowing emotional currents  changed by the hour, traveling outside territories  searching searching searching. No. This love...

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...

Your light ignites a burning flame bright on the lips of the water wave after wave you erupt an explosion of love an explosion of desire. I hear you come in the night stars kiss you the moon bows. You taste like memory a forgotten friend ready to be remembered. I need...

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....

You are held in the light of love, the grace of all, the surrender of rapture. Lay your head upon my soft lap: Rest here. The scent of sweet lemon, a balm to your soul: golden light of ease, blooms within the sharp edges of your tired eyes. Sigh here.  The world seems...