Gasping at the illusions of my own making Waves of rapturous gratitude punctuated with blindfolded terror Lost in a world of what if’s and what now’s Finding slivers of solace…
wondrously full and empty miraculously here and absent the mud of my stuckness is inching up my thighs what an interesting way to live, wading in thickness nowhere to go,…
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…