I love to dance.
It awakens
Primal in me,
Not primitive,
An instinctual
To move.
No thought,
Nor judgement,
Follows the undulating
Urge my hips
Have to sway,
To pulse.
The shake
Of my pliant breast
As natural
As breathing.
Dancing jerks
My spirit
Out of slumber.
Takes me
To a place where
Mind does not exist.
To nature.
It’s like
Making love
With nothing.
And everything.


A Poet’s Heart


A Poet’s Heart

I want to cry words,
Weep them out
Like pent up emotions,
Sob uncontrollably
Until they pour down
Like sheets of rain,
Saturating blank
Pages in verse.
Creating a masterpiece
Penned with
A thousand tears
Wrung from
A poet’s

Sleeping in the Forest…Mary Oliver


Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me,
the insects and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

~Mary Oliver





The longing
Like a vague memory
Not quite remembered,
Seated at the precipice of my heart.
The constant ache,
No earthly elixir can relieve,
No common teacher 
Can catechize with certainty
To ease the steady hunger
Of a soul on the edge.
If only the guru within me
Would jump.

Mystical Allure Award


This award is granted to poets who show a profound understanding of spirituality in their writings. An understanding so profound that it has an enchanting effect on its readers.

I would like to thank Eva X The Poetess for this lovely award. I am honored to have received it! Spirituality plays a huge part in my life and is reflected in my poetry.

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Om Shanti, Nirvani