Poetry

Sacred Erotic & Ecstatic Intuitive Poetry

Feral Light. Dark Wild.

FERAL LIGHT DARK WILD In the dark of the moon Caillech sits with me by the low fire slowly stirring the cauldron of love, my heart the main course to sip the red blessing of devotion after all that has been laid at the lips of the sacred cleft— an opening to truth a...

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...

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....

You Are the Song of Love

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...

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....

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...

THE OCEAN’S RETURN

You are the sea breeze on a summer day: the scent of lavender and wood, after it rains :rich in soil - the kind that germinates blessings for crows for morning eagles ...

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...

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…...

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— ...

Dance, Dance, Dance

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

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...

I Breathe in the Soft Petals of Your Love

by Rebecca Cavender | intuitive poetry, poetry

I breathe in the soft petals of your love an unfolding of grace a revelation of sound escaping crevices, —cavern-like— until the echo of light brings you to me. Remember: Dark soil gives rise to the sacred rose touched by the fingers of god and sun and all bright...

Come to My Horizon

by Rebecca Cavender | ecstatic poetry, poetry

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

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