Paper thin skin.

We want steel cut skin
The kind that don’t feel
Efficiency above all else
Ignore our essence

Oh, if we did embrace..
our soft
paper thin skin.
Our sensitivities..
like puffs of cotton seeds
with only
the softest sigh
of warm Spring..

How much more in tune
we would be to each other
The seasons
The shifting of the stars
The oracles whispered in the sands.

Any that bleeds
Bleeds the whole.
How we would scramble
to hold each other up
to seal a broken twig
to bury a dead rat
to wipe a tear gently..

To listen like drinking the words of God
to love like the last gasp of air
to feel deeply the pleasures of Life
sorrow, grief, joy and awe..


Sharing one poem on dVerse Open link night #297.
Hosted by Mish in spirit of 2020 Tokyo Olympics!

Part your lips.

The floodgates are open
run your cords raw
shatter the decaying constructs
of rotting scaffoldings
preserved barely on pickled tongues.

Part your lips
let Spring come through
speak your truth
live your truth
let the warm blood
coursing through you
resonate with your
wildest ridiculous dream
love impossibly
laugh infectiously
It is truly a privilege
to be throbbing with life!



Heat waves rising from her skin
her body uncoiling like a snake
lengthening felinely through the spine
shoulder wings spread wide as an eagle
chest bare with udders full.
The womb of herself embraced
reclaiming all that was taken
given away unawares in her sleep
enticed by promises whispered.

The body that is shunned, shamed into wrappings
The voice that is silenced into a croak,
diminished to a presence no further than a silhouette.

her contours deemed sinful
her moon blood an unspeakable filth
her sexuality denied frozen
her sensitivities demented
her stories rewritten

her brazenness domesticated
her sisterhood broken
her vulnerability exploited
her beauty sold
her love trinkets
her dreams tossed
her candle of hope pinched to wisps
and her Divinity erased

Body, mind and soul
owned by all but herself,
her conformity regaled
at the price of herself
buried so deep
in a well of Darkness

Now watch her,
watch her in terror and awe.
Darkness is now her domain
bury her alive in her home
whence she dwelled millennials
Queen of the Underworld
and she shall flood the world
of her


All I need.

A million stars
but I will have only a wick of fire

Oceans wide and deep
but I will have only a drop

Sand dunes as far as the horizon
but I will have only a handful

Wind blowing through every crevice
but I will have only a Breath..

That is all I need
to be enfolded
with You
..in You



We nosedived into it,
the land of all possibilities.
We fell in love
to plunge in
over and over and over
into the flow of all fantasies,
dreams and realities~

To lick the swirly clouds from the blue sky
Swim amongst the ocean of exploding stars
Swing with the silken rope of the night
Tiptoe on the boughs of swaying treetops.

Tipsy on water springs sprinkled with honeyed sunlight
hair streaked in lit fireflies and galaxies for whirling skirts.
We are the spark!
magicking away in our essence
finger wands twirling in the wind
sipping on a little taste of Creation.

It’s impossible
not to fall
head over heels
right here

So eat the Apple
and Fall.


Free fall

Since you have introduced yourself
Spring never kissed so sweet
Winter’s cold embrace so welcoming
Summer intoxicating and Autumn a Dream

Since you have introduced yourself
I have been free falling into myself
 in bright streams of colors,
somersaulting in shimmering hues,
lifting off the ground
to destiny of freedom.

An escape from gravity
a little stumble away.

So love, free fall into exhilaration, free fall
 even if you are afraid
there is no stopping it,
 It’s an inescapable cry
a drum call
rupturing from your core.


Flow of Things

 lying on the lap of the Wind
swirling with a rustle of paper leaves
rising and dipping like a kite unstrung
drifting whimsically like seeds of a dandelion,
a wish upon the heart

Spin a dance!
 within the current of the Wind.
Step blithely!
 into the flow of Things.

Oh, what a beautiful surrender!
What a beautiful surrender it is.


Lets you dream.

There is something about a blank canvas,
a blank paper, a lump of clay
far horizons
that draws you
lets you dream.

To focus and pour your entire being—
onto a dot, a letter,
a dimple on a clod of clay,
a swirl of a color,
a music note across the waters,
or a rising sculpture to the sky.
To spin stories that chart the stars and celestials
or twirl to the rhythm of the reeds.

To roam wide
and let flow
the well
deep within

Dance a ring!

These fields were meant to be walked
the tall stalks to be brushed against
the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed
the roaring winds deafening,
the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon,
the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with,
the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves
erupting from the Heart
to be heard
by a listening ear.

All these beautiful notes gracing the air
Why not grace them with my full presence?
To clap in delight to their wondrous dance!
Better yet
hold their branches and dance a ring!


the Great Wall

We say fear is pervasive like cancer
slow and insidious
but love says give me only an instant
to burn through just the same
like wildfire
scorching through the shadow of Separation
casted by fear
lighting up brazier after brazier
along the Great Wall
ablaze in sun rising glory
not for a warning
but a call to arms
to carry the torches
of Gods and Goddesses
dressed in bones and skin
in shared humanity
to the heavens.

Flesh of Nature.

How long must we stay meek
under our withering gaze?
How long must we grind
under our iron fist?
How long must we burn at the stake
for the cries of our soul?
How long must we bleed
till we are satiated in the blood of those unborn?

Why have we come to the point of watching
children rain down from the skies?
Why does a savior call forth his valiant shield
only to smash it down
crunching the fingers clutching
an ember of hope?
Why have we torn apart these lands
looting and pillaging
in fear of lacking?

Oh, the world of laws and lines
of order and ownership
of indisputable authority
of separation and prejudice.

Who decreed these words set in stone?
Who put us on the pedestal
to dole out justice or judgement?
When it’s our vulnerable selves on trial.

Why must we need a book
to teach us to be human?
Why must goodness be in the form
of deeds and not from our inherent nature?
Are we so distrustful of our nature
that we must create our chains
never to be unlocked?

Oh, kinskins!
flesh of Nature
embrace as it has
the underworld of vermin and flesh eating worms
and burst forth Roses!
Marigolds! and Daisies!
Hoist your colors
from the dirt!

Oh, Mud Child of Earth!
There is a terrible price
 for our silence and meekness
for molding too long into the world of Order.
So wake up, wake up
sing true for the Earth that lost her voice,
beat your chest along with her upheaval,
Her cries and quakes!

Come forth, fellow Earth dwellers!
In this point of space and time
we are here together
only for a breath
in the grand scheme of time,
gazing at the same skies
the same stars
the same stories to be histories.

So sing a choir
with our rhythmic breathing
at one
here and now
be free in trust
and tread gently in wonderment.

The Golden Age
is always


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