Not imagined [poesy]

I was standing here Red dot on a map Of cross roads and constellations When the world slipped from under my feet Vivid emotion Truth spoke my name In a hundred different colours Symphonies of silence Sang the solo of serendipity As I fell into a pillow of peace Warmed by the assurance of my…

Heaven’s mess

(A throwback)   The place I heard heaven’s message was where I stood and could see no distinction between the parts of you and the parts of me, mixed up in beautiful chaos, and realized experiencing the universe was what we called “love.” It has been ever so simple since.

you called for me (a micropoem)

I awoke snuggled into your mind, Clutching your brain close under me, My pillow. Let me stroke ease into your heart, Kiss your third eye, And straddle your [root] chakra To bring you back into the heavens Of our personal dimension. Skin to skin, Soul in soul, I’m here to hold. . . . ….

kesmet (an excerpt)

It is an epic. It is unfinished. So there is this… Inevitably, my name will be spoken On the undercurrent of every love line, and Every syllable of speech unspoken of things on the mind, Echoes from his heart. We collided, smashing this dimension Into a million sparkling pieces And rebuilt, me within him, him…

divine/ unclothe my mind [a poem]

I’m standing before you Almost entirely naked – Almost. … Waiting with this last shred… I’m asking you to unclothe my soul Let your fingers run delicately down my spine Tracing the dignity of a thousand ancestral goddesses before me That bore me; See that my eyes are not like stars But entire galaxies themselves…

as will you & I at dawn and dusk [a poem]

Maybe I was beautiful Once, behind the dust veil Lace dancing on the light Blessing the space our souls danced In the ballroom between our lips. I look over my shoulder at you, demure smile Mystery learned from your secret-keeping ways Will it hurt you to count the others that have waltzed here since you left…

uncanned laughter/with a side of thighs (an excerpt)

Excerpt from one of my unfinished epics, feministic and self-loving in nature. I am quite delighted and proud in being a woman. Actually, I just love it.   I am a woman let me breathe cosmos swirling inside me, repeatedly flooding, overwhelmed by creation craved, my art is still not enough. I am to give birth…

microcosm [a poem]

One of the areas in which I have experienced extraordinary growth over the past few years, this last one in particular, is my spirituality. I grew up with a particular leaning towards favouring science, viewing it as though it were separate from all the rest of the concepts. As the rebel daughter of a Tarot reader,…

How much of the future is in our hands?

Left with too much time to think (don’t get me wrong – I am loving what has become my five-day weekend, thank you, school district), I often revisit this question. Some days, I feel utterly in charge, like my mind is finally swinging in tandem with the universe’s energies and I was born for nothing…

liberation through balance

This was my theme for 2014, both as (I like to think it was) I decided and as it was handed to me. On the topic of balance, someone recently said to me, Balance, I guess, can be viewed in two ways: in the verb tense, as in to actively balance something with something else,…