Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Open Journal: July 25, Love-making

Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at PhotobucketI find that lovemaking has less to do with the physical presence of the involved parties, but centers around spiritual liberation and healing. This is not the same as fucking, which has been benefital for me. Love-making gives rise to passions that are so overwhelmingly powerful , so much so that religions have been warning us away from them since the dark ages. The high art of making True Love is mystical and miraculous beyond comprehension. It inundates my entire being. It delivers me - body and soul - to unimagined heights of ecstasy. It's disgusting that a lover would reduce me down to my pussy or reduce healthy, great love-making to merely being pussy whipped, etc. For me, a transformation occurred, not always, but often enough which evolved from desire and passion to a level of total and perfect bliss, where the shell of my lover disappeared and all I was left with was her genderless soul. That doesn't change once the relationship ends; it will always be that way. I realize that whenever I share myself in this way, I am creating a soul tie that trumps the duration of the love making and relationship. I find a way to open all my centers, engage all my faculties, be honest, humble, uninhibited, and open-hearted enough to allow the animal/emotional/spiritual crescendo of love to emerge.

And please don't get me started on the afterglow.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Tour de Force of Nature: Cree

"becaue the world don't always give you what you need/and love ain't always what you thought it would be/everything you fall, someone's there/everytime you crawl, someone's there/and you almost got burn but someone was there/ so you never had to learn because someone was there/ain't nobody gonna save you, save yourself.." Speaks of unconditional love. I am so THANKFUL, goodness , I AM.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


Altho' we are social spirits, I relish my solitude. I love people, especially children and elders; however, there's this special, humble place inside myself where I live all alone and it is also the place where I get refreshment from my spring well that never runs dry.

1. late night walking the wet streets after a spring or summer shower.

2. 3AM on my porch between sunset and sunrise, knowing the new day will burst over a landscape totally different than the one the evening light faded over.

3. Saturday night when there are big events/ parties going on-- when I feel obligated to go but decide instead to embrace my solitude. Or perhaps even going to bed early on a Saturday night and not having to recover all day on Sunday.

4. During a full moon

Monday, July 16, 2007

July 2007

Love me in a way that loving you and loving me become a cloud of nameless faceless dignities merging as a gift that we kinda hot potato between the two of us and each time it touches our hands or hearts it doubles in size and leaks out into the neighborhood and plops on the doorstep of some needy lovewanter who smiles deeply after having a big ol bite it. LOVE is all around.


Shared Secrets

a universal language beyond words
in the simple secret smiles shared by two seemingly different
one creamy toned skin rippled with harsh years
trekked across sparse and unforgiving mountain paths.
the other's untamed nappy hair whispered in a dusty breath of wind as
the infirmities of life climbed steep, rugged trails of the Grand Canyon.
four brittle hands worn smooth spoke of their survival as one.
crooked fingers laced across the other's gangly back
intimately tinkered down to her thigh-
like delicate wings.

rocking back and forth amidst their damp raptuous connection, they
composed a jazzy passionate tune, still young women.

the glimmer of a smile in their deep seasoned eyes-
two faces become one.a one-way mirror of secrets shared
in timeless moments.

-written in 2004, revised 2007

Painting: FAITH RINGGOLD'S "Between Friends"

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Open Journal Entry: July 8, 2007

As I look out of my window on this clear, quiet Monday morning, 4 AM, I am ever so still... My mind flashes, brilliantly, pictures of me in conversation with God the night before. We spoke of many things, but mostly we just accepted one anothers' silence.

I asked God what surrender truly means. What I heard first, was deep stillness. Complete silence. God had answered. Surrender means you stop questioning. You stop "trying" and allow the answers to life to cover you in quiet calm. I have felt lately like I was trying to do so much, but how wonderful was the answer of surrender, just when I needed to hear it.

My life is a sequence of events. As soon as one has concluded, I am off and running towards the next one. But how about some change within. My life will continue to billow out into a beautiful wind song, while I stand completely still in surrender. So many moments feel like surrendering will be admitting defeat... But in truth, surrender conquers the need to fight anything.

I want a life full of possibility, and lovely change, and beauty beyond compare. I want to look at my life as a mosaic where no single piece is greater than the whole in flow. Revolution can be so amazingly peaceful, especially when you give in to the revolt against the old self, in exchange for surrender to the new!

Wednesday, July 11, 2007


What kind of love is open, and full, and trusting, and vulnerable, and alive, AND beyond the imagination. That is the love of the Spirit and that love, that sacred love, resonates all around and within all of us. Nothing more or less needs to be present. NO WORDS ever need to be SPOKEN!

In manner of speaking--NOUVELLE VAGUE LYRICS... WOW!
In a Manner of speaking
I just want to say
That I could never forget the way
You told me everything
By saying nothing

In a manner of speaking
I don't understand
How love in silence becomes reprimand
But the way that i feel about you
Is beyond words

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

In a manner of speaking
Semantics won't do
(In A Manner Of Speaking Lyrics on
In this life that we live we only make do
And the way that we feel
Might have to be sacrificed

So in a manner of speaking
I just want to say
That just like you I should find a way
To tell you everything
By saying nothing.

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything

Oh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me nothing
Ohohohoh give me the words
Give me the words
That tell me everything