May a river of love
Cascade through your being
May your soul grow
In the lush landscape of peace
May a river of love
Cascade through your being
May your soul grow
In the lush landscape of peace
Your words are a tuning fork
Sounding the vibration
That harmonizes my heart
Hey Friends! If you enjoy my art and writing, now is the perfect time to send me some love. I am running a fundraiser through my Etsy shop for my interactive art installation, Varanasi Sage, which I’m showing in Center Camp at Burning Man this year. It’s a dream come true, but it requires updates and repairs because I’m showing it in a completely new way.
The gift for a donation is a brand new collection of my poetry and a 3 inch sticker. I love this new collection, which contains some of my favorites from the past few years mixed with prose to create a narrative arc. This is my first collection of poetry, and I’m excited to share it with you as a gift for donating to my art fundraiser! I am only offering these items during the fundraiser and that only goes until August 24.
Your support means the world to me, and it truly makes a difference.
Everything in my shop will go towards this project, and you can also help by sharing this with your friends. I hope you will join me in this journey! The links to the Varanasi Sage fundraiser and my shop homepage are below. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day. ![]()
Longing for you is a subtle chord
Played in the background of my heart
Delicate and gentle notes
Expanding as I breathe
Softly filling my aura with a love song
You are as deep and wide as the ocean
Free and spacious as the sky
More luminous than a thousand suns
And lovelier than wildflowers dancing with bees
Collectors of Life
Beacons of energy
Earthen antennas of
Spirit and personality
Ancient mysteries
And hidden wisdom
A gathering of relatives
A soulful congregation
Arising on a sculptured cliff
Expecting the cool embrace of my familiar
As she had welcomed me the day before with
A misting flutter through cypress branches.
Yet, pulling back the curtains,
A clear day dawns with
Pink, yellow, and orange along the horizon
Like Birthday Streamers
Reflecting in waves splashing peninsula rocks.
Surrounded by whistles and chirps,
Frogs sing in their creek while
Monarchs and bees call among
Pride of Madeira and Indian Paintbrush:
All the world will celebrate
And say you are loved
If you listen.
Pour your rain upon me
Until my rivers swell
And creeks appear on every path
Race through my forests
With your gusts and gale forces
Fell the dead towers
That no longer serve me
And stand in the way of our
Evolving Dance
Crash them onto my soft, supple body
And I will transform them into new life
While we sing of our union
Our balance and harmony
That’s greater and more powerful than time
You are a rainstorm
After a blistering heatwave
The drops that tell me
I am not forgotten.
You are the medicine
That washes my leaves
Of summer’s dust
And fills my cells with life.
My roots relax in your
Rainbow Promise
Of our earth’s certain turning
And a blessed season’s change.
Come with me.
Let’s circle around the man, our corporate captor, and show him our true numbers.
Let’s barricade him in with our art, blast music in his face, and dance around him with fire spinning from our fingers like stars orbiting the center of the galaxy.
He’ll try, but he can’t stop us. He’ll scream, “I’m too big to fall!”
And with a fireball to his ankles, we’ll ignite him.
The violet flames will rise — like the wild feminine within us — flicking heat tornados off his neck.
We’ll cheer as his ash floats over us.
We’ll howl to the moon as she watches his destruction, our preservation, the fireworks of our celebration.
And when, at last, our fire brings him crashing down —
Our World will finally be free.