about love.

for those looking for love, it can feel like we are waiting to start our lives. a zen teacher once said, "enlightenment is the constant state of orgasm." what does it mean? what are we searching for? it is our nature, as herd animals, to seek for belonging and connection. this is innate, not something... Continue Reading →

find your wing.

The four directions embed inside me like a song stuck in my head that I never want to stop.Feeling them pressing into me, holding me.A ancient sense of belonging once forgotten refound.And as golden wings graze open blue sky,Wind howling in response and celebration,Ecstasy vibrates, pulses through body and memory.A forever knitting happens through me... Continue Reading →

the empress

Grief is the empress of all feeling.For it is she who draws us to depths never known before.She summons us to the warm veil we've lived behind for who knows how long,And secures us in this residing place without knowledge of the next.Grief promises to transform us,For a heart that has broken many times learns... Continue Reading →

tree, tower over me.

I want to stay smaller than the trees.These ancient ancestors that have kept growing beyond what we'll ever see in a lifetime.Resting against its base, the redwood reverberates wisdom of slow, of pause, into my spine, my sacrum.It knows, remembers, through the roots that connect to past generations of its elders.Somehow in human history, we... Continue Reading →

find your activist.

There are many ways to be an activist for human dignity.Being on the front lines, using voice and body to proclaim justice, is one way.Even using our power to destroy, to release ancient anger and grief, is a way.Though it can be called violence, Know that trying to repress these voices and acts is violence,... Continue Reading →

Dark Green Gaze

There he is again.Kneeling on the hard, grey cement that has been traversed by who knows how many feet.His hands outstretched, eyes searching.As hundreds, no thousands, of people whiz by.His pace. Still.Being here is his job, his survival.The others barely notice.If they do, it is with a quick glance, only causing them to increase their... Continue Reading →

I Wonder

I wonder what it would’ve been like if it was a black cop who killed a white man.And what would happen if charges weren’t flexed based on the presentation of the offender.I wonder what would change if we healed from the chronic illness of them instead of us.Or if the dynamics of hierarchical divisiveness embedded... Continue Reading →

these hands

Our hands come from our mothers and grandmothers.Whether worn or soft,They speak of the lives they were granted and the rights that they fought for.The creases in our skin tell stories in fading lines,Hands reaching out in offering,Pulling closer to hold, protect.And as we walk in our lives,Our backs, shoulders, are warmed by gentle, sturdy... Continue Reading →

endless bond

As my grandmother continues to transition from form to not,I feel inducted into the perspective of interconnection.Somehow, as I write and remember her,So many beautiful faces surface in mind of living human family.My mother said when her mother died that she became an orphan.But can one ever truly be motherless?We have all traveled here by... Continue Reading →

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