I am Primordial Sound, Emanating. (poem)

I am Primordial Sound, Emanating. (poem)

I am primordial sound Emanating. I am the grunt I am the squealI am the moanOf endless pleasure.I am the mother.The gasp between orgasms.The soundlessness Of emptiness,Of depth Of infinite space.Filled with the essence of purity. I am the deafening silence of winter,...
Getting Terrifyingly Real with OurSelves: Be who you are NOW

Getting Terrifyingly Real with OurSelves: Be who you are NOW

The last year or so has felt incredibly hard for me because of the speed, density and immensity of the destruction I see unfolding in the societal, cultural and physical realms … which, of course, stem from the great disconnect from the divine (our own...