Lalita Diaz
Ripening into you Hugging you, I notice a surprisingly silky texture, a vibration of newness that points to the place where we are both shedding skins Shedding layers of holding and pretending … letting the tired scaffolds fall to the floor, revealing reality in its awe-inducing glory What is and what isn’t? I tiptoe quietly…
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New, trembling, raw, alive Absorbed into the ether where pain and love mate and produce a fresh nothingness The flavor of raw, global ecstatic misery birthing in my body, feeling it all Nature, its eruptions and earthquakes, its rainy tears and cultural tragedies, violent and beautiful, in me and through me And the love, it…
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I collapsed. I fell. I lost myself in love drunk fantasies … in karmic delusions … in never-ending patterns of self-devotional laziness. Sabotage? Regret? Remembering the times when it was too late … When I crawled into the light just as the door slammed shut. Repulsion in the mirror, in an empty room. Nothing to…
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Waking Awaken, remember to your roots To the base of it all The full spectrum of every color red, blue, black lust, disgust, devastation all flavors every sensation beyond your training beyond your guru Through all the fierce, cloudy mirrors…comes Purity Emptiness Home Longing I want it all Every bit Flesh in my teeth Bone…
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Devotion isn’t an action It’s a portal … A bridge between sensation and curiosity Linking form and void, life and death, love and hate Breathing, feeling, longing Owning my desire to be fully in this body, Stretched wide, my skin coats the universe, as it is held in the spaces between the stars I am…
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Raw and real Brave and scared A little girl curls up inside my heart as the priestess puts on her robes Rest in strong arms, restore with deep tears Mourn and honor every part of my feminine being, even as I find my way along the razor’s edge The deep masculine in and around me,…
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How do you write about love and death? I’ve been trying to wrap my head around how to share this latest adventure deep into the heart of Bali with Yuri, with many false starts … often getting stuck in this idea … is this a love story? Or is this a death story? When my…
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Letting go Diving in Let the tides take me inward Let the wind spread my ashes wide Whether you choose me or I choose me I will still be chosen And from there it will all disappear into itself Each cell a particle, each breath a miracle Reaching ever so far into the microscopic-ness of…
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One intense Bali Valentine’s Day afternoon, I laid in my teacher’s arms, weeping from a deep sensation of purging romantic love from my system. Not love for one lover or another … the whole fucking concept. In my body, it felt like cells both gleefully jumping ship while others clang on for dear life, begging…
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