POETRY

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

THE AIR IS THICK WITH LIGHT

The air is thick with light:      heat, bright as a sun-torched gord                  (a drinking well,                  deep with thought,                  an expression of your truth,                                          your surrender,                          ...

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...

Love in Yakima (or: Love in the Desert)

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 swallows...

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...

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...

Light in the Dark

LIGHT IN THE DARK My breath opens to you, crystalline— suspended in the dark winter night in between there and here not present, not past— a holding pattern, paused in time, reaching toward the radiant heart kept warm by the drumming fires of old Come, sit with me...

Your Light Ignites a Burning Flame

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...

Come to My Sanctuary of Love

Come to my sanctuary of love. This is where honeysuckle lingers on each fingertip,where the scent of jasmine permeates your essence.You are the flower of life,a lotus of love.Open your petals.Feel the nectar tasting your lips.Enter my baptismal waters of ecstasy…...

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....

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...
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...