Slow Unfoldings

This morning, a scent grabbed me,

nuzzling a part of me that

had been slumbering

all these winter months.

In a split second,

this flower,

and all her itty bitties,

woke me up.


A paradise of scentrific

exploration then moved into

visual discovery: the bud on the tree

saying hello! as she slowly opened.

Around the corner

the tree is full

of cylinders pushing outwards,

in just the right pacing.


Look! See?

The unfolding



Life’s weaving as HerSelf 

I will be writing a poem per day during the month of April, and will be studying the Kybalion during the month of April. They wove together to create this:   


Life’s weaving as HerSelf 


warmth saturates the insides of my mouth,

jettisons into my spine, springing



a roaming entourage of

rolling sensations

spreads into my shoulder blades,

and across my back. Helloooooooo

orgasmic flow.


shimmering, shooting!,


outwards through limbs.