The luminous Heart of Shakti is in an instant made opaque by our stubborn loyalty to the sandcastle of thoughts we call Me. With our back facing Her brilliance, we dress our world with armors made of self righteous claims to be flawed. We meet the moment as if we know it already, as if [Read More...]
Posts under ‘poetry’
Kuan Yin’s Prayer for the Abuser
To those who withhold refuge, I cradle you in safety at the core of my Being. To those that cause a child to cry out, I grant you the freedom to express your own choked agony. To those that inflict terror, I remind you that you shine with the purity of a thousand suns. To [Read More...]
The Empress and the Slave Girl
Guest blog by Shakaya Leone After my mom died when I was 16, I lived on the streets homeless and alone. Awake all night on the park bench, I felt alive in the mystery of Night. I figured if I could survive it, I could survive anything. When police officers questioned where I was going [Read More...]
We have prepared for this time.
Amazing one, We live in a time the prophets have spoken about for eons, it is the end of 2012. This is not a time to ask “what will happen to me/us?” This is a time to fully commit to the wisdom of your wide-open heart. Not to wait for it all to change, or [Read More...]
You are, we all are, the beloved of the beloved.
Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being, and you will hear at every moment what the source is whispering to you . . . You are, we all are, the beloved of the beloved.
My Sweet, Crushed Angel
You have not danced so badly, , Trying to hold hands with the Beautiful One. You have waltzed with great style, My sweet, crushed angel, To have ever neared God’s heart at all. Our Partner is notoriously difficult to follow, And even His best musicians are not always [Read More...]
Spiritual practice, Sadhana, can be the kindest gift you can give to yourself and the world.
A future goal of perfection will never make sweaty, hot and holy love to you. Why chase a frigid lover made of plastic, when right here right now, intimacy itself is yearning to love you to pieces, to love you all the way in. Awakening, like love, is not an achievement. It is a blossoming [Read More...]
Stop Talking. Do your Art.
Go ahead, struggle through it. Pick up the pen already and put it to the page and stop whining. Write. Pick up the brush and be mean to yourself for a change, paint. Dancers, put on the loose chemise, tie the ribbons in your hair, at your waist, or on your ankles and tell [Read More...]
Women were out in the garden
I had to leave the house of fashion go forth naked from its doors because women should be allies and not competitors. I had to leave the house of God because the Cross replaced the wheel and the women were out in the garden with the plants that nourish and heal. ~ Ani Difranco
Crazy longing and the kindest light
Who could ever guess that underneath that undercover identity of yours, there is a circus princess soaring with divine bravery and devotion? Her holy body made of crazy longing and the kindest light. ~ Chameli Ardagh #yoginisadhana
Your holy being unfurls like a flower
What a ride it is, this life lived in a woman’s body. The moment we think we have found a shelf to rest on, a sort of “aha, so this is how it works”, we are again thrown into new territory. Once we think that we have finally worked through, healed, those old wounds, [Read More...]
A Prayer to Her
Guest blog By Devika Fossen (Inspired by Oriah Mountain Dreamer and the Awakening Women on the Planet) I am calling upon Her Power, upon the Ancient Female Power, the Raw Primal Force! I am calling upon the old ones, those who sowed the seed in us… Let us open up for and recognize the Wisdom [Read More...]
A post card from Greece, 3.
Join the Yogini as she is aligning her hips with the heartbeat of now, wild and soft, dancing through the muddy waters, dancing through the bliss. Dancing fire, dancing silence. Dancing sunrise, dancing sisterhood. She is here for the real, and will not settle for less. No plastic [Read More...]
A post card from Greece, 2
There are birds who have a key to the inside of the inside. They are hanging out outside my window, tickling me apart into particles made of song until I am one hundred birds, taking off. Corfu, Greece July 17, 2012 Image www.bibbiefriman.tumblr.com
A post card from Greece, 1
Last night She showed me a tenth of an inch of her little toe. The beauty knocked me out for several hours, yet when I came to my senses again I begged for more. Since then I have been laying here, waiting. Sometimes She appears, as [Read More...]
Dare to let that holy flame within you grow hot and dangerous
Come closer beloved Yogini, and re-claim desire as your holy connection with life itself. Can you enjoy how desire rushes through you? Sometimes fierce and strong as a hundred wild horses, sometimes a magnetic depth all the way to the inside of the inside. In your willingness to stay present, and to feel the raw [Read More...]
sister hold on…
Out Of a great need We are all holding hands and climbing. Not loving is a letting go. Listen, The terrain around here Is far too dangerous For that. -Hafiz Photo Credit to Mikaela Larm
I am a billion sparkles of light.
:: I am a yogini. I am timeless. I am a woman offering myself as truth, as a throbbing yearning heart. I am a roar I am a sigh I am a billion sparkles of light. Come closer to me, I will hold you. Come with me into the realms of constant blossoming, in to [Read More...]
pssst… sister… the universe is hiring
So I pray. It is my job. For real. Everything that we explore in the Yogini circles, everything you read here, everything, arises from prayer. But what about self empowerment? What about taking charge of our lives? What about looking for the answer from our own wisdom? What about all the ways women have given [Read More...]
