Perimenopause: A Tribute


At a key point in a woman’s evolution
she must journey through a fiery passageway
which burns up her biological fertility
singes off false layers of civility
ignites her emotions
and heightens her priorities towards the sensual
Waves of heat radiate from her body
signaling that she is a powerful force
Creativity surges
fears are scorched
wisdom is sharpened
She is propelled to say what needs to be said
to do what needs to be done
Silver steadily advances and brightens
And near the consummation of this intensive transformation
the woman begins to suspect
that she herself
has become the fire

Move Like You Love Your Body


Move like you love your body
Like it is one of the greatest gifts that you have received
Move like you delight in every inch of your corporeal self
And like you cannot wait to share this exquisite treasure

Move like you love your body
Nurture it with gratitude for its ability to tell the truth
About everything it has ever experienced
And about its insights regarding current situations
Move in a way that bestows honour upon your body
For highlighting your path to authenticity

Move like you love your body
This physical form that connects you with the diversity of creation
Step into wonder and touch
Be surprised by textures and intuitions
As your interactions with the reality pulsating all around you
Heighten the intensity of the landscapes patterning your soul

Move like you love your body
Feel your sensuality swelling effortlessly from within
Adorning and caressing the entire covering of your skin
Flowing naturally and unrestrained
Receptive to the pleasure you crave

Move like you love your body
Such a life-affirming counter-cultural expression
Move like you love your body
This conduit for bestowing and accepting affection
Move like you love your body
Be an advocate for the jaw-dropping miracle that it is

Move like you love your body
Move like you love yourself

Embrace What You’ve Been Given


Embrace what you’ve been given
Look around and see
The lavishness of countless dreams
Come true in your own life

A dazzling array of miracles
That so far you have only


Dared to trace the edges of

Don’t be afraid to deeply touch them
See that they are real
Embrace what you’ve been given
Let the colours of joy in you ignite



It lured her with sparkles
Images of what she could be
Each strand a grandiose promise
Each strand a twisted lie

Without her realizing it
This new terrain strangled itself around her
And before awareness could fully surface
The spider’s poison stung deep

Paralyzed, she dreamed
She dreamed up a magical history
She dreamed she had control

Yet all the while
The spider sucked her life-force from her withering body

People attempted to free her
They tried cutting the webbing away
But she wailed and bellowed
Convinced it was herself that they were severing
So they told her about the dagger in her own pocket
Urged her to save herself
Yet their pleadings barely penetrated
Her heavily covered ears

The hidden truth was
That she fought the part of herself that knew
That knew that the dreams weren’t real
Because if she allowed herself to begin waking up
She would have to come face-to-face with the hideous spider
She would have to fully acknowledge her situation
Something too overwhelming in her weakened state
And so she chose to continue dreaming
And so

false god among us


it has just about entirely consumed her
sucked most of the skin right off her bones
and is now nibbling on choice organs
impervious to the fact that once it has fully decimated her
it will forever be denied this host

it tried to devour me once, too
but I identified its hideous, distorted face and fought back
while shrieking out warnings to others

I am thrashing and screaming still

yet where I see a monster
she sees a god
and gratefully hands it her flesh
for the privilege of being in its service
and with the sustained hope that one day
it will finally come through on its promise
to make her wholly clean

“Who Do You Say That I Am?”


Who do you say that I am:
someone who holds you back,
or the encouragement that calls you forth?

Who do you say that I am:
the condemnation in the eyes of some who claim to know me,
or a lover who is dazzled by your entire being?

Who do you say that I am:
a set of formulas that can be confined to rigid boxes,
or a person who breathes freely in areas you are only beginning to imagine?

Do not sidestep the question
because who you say that I am
has a direct correlation
with who you say that you are
and with the options that you are able to perceive
for what you might become.

Stepping Into Wonder


The courage to live a life full of Wonder
The courage to see things differently

The courage to live a life full of Wonder
The courage to pause where others rush on

The courage to live a life full of Wonder
The courage to let yourself dream

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