Women ignite yourself
burn in untamed desire
for the fever that breaks
into flames
pure essence of
lust awareness
that sits below the
root of the spine
You came here to
be wanton
to be entangled
in the mud of wild love
you are a gold
lotus spreading
across the divide
show yourself
and watch the world heal...

“There is no greater agony
than bearing an untold
story inside you.” Maya Angelou

It is always better
to wait.
To let the *** brew
for things to settle a little
and get happy.

For patience is a
caged bird when
the time is not ripe.

However, the fledgling
never knows
when it is ready.
When it is time to take
that leap of faith.

When it is time
there will always
be something
to nudge you gently
off the precipice so that
you may do what you were
meant to...
and fly.

Hold this space
don't wait
for the apocalypse
for the oceans to die
For the last breath
we'll take
perhaps
it may never arrive
in this time
and like parallel worlds
EXIST
spend this realm
in the center of your head
but first close those eyes
and begin to truly see...

You will
always be
life becoming
itself without fail
repeating the original
pattern over and over
again
you splintered into
perfections of each other
the beginning
an anomaly flowing
flawless
the light within
the fire
the eye looking
back at you
is you
the source
of all things
endless
damaged
and undeniably
profound

You were wrong again
Daunted look in your eyes
Thunder seeking heat
studded beat of your heart

How many times the delusion?
Oh, Queen of the Universe
with your forgotten stars
left somewhere
on the train

They never knew
you loved like Venus and
lived for an eternity

Now here you are
playing mortal in Utah
rolling your eyes to the
mayo on white bread
and to a man
called Jesus...

She is tired

Hearing footsteps

The knocks at her door

But he has eaten her again

Devoured her from the inside out

The skein of muscle the drool of blood

Left pieces of her between his teeth

And now he is going for the jugular

She has been done a million times before

To forsake her would have been easier

To lead her to her own betrayal

Into this scandal would have been good enough

you in your discomfort
may you find the state of mind
that belongs to you.
Set on that vibe which may not
destroy you. for you are never
truly exhausted in being.
just soar and be with them.
the masters.