There is a pull
from the dark cauldron
of my belly…

I feel it;
the stirring
impassioned simmer
of wild, raw
and bubbling intimacy…

A fierce rhythmic waltz
that marries the flavours
of her dark and light;
wielding the aftertaste
of Divinity…


Temet Nosce

She is nowhere
and everywhere
all at once…

Her touch
and sentient

Her scarred heart
and generous

An oracle
of mystery
she is

The Light and the dark
of her
bleeds Love

She is nothing
and everything
all at once…


Travelling the abyss;
dim waters
of illusory fear…

Surrendering to the pull… 
hook, line 
and sinker… 

Allowing for revelation;
waxing exposure 
naked and flailing…

With only 
her shadow 
to warm her… 



Her touch felt distal, 

a million miles away…

As though she were elsewhere;

a different landscape, time, day… 

I felt it; a quiet Joy emanating

a tickling of her soul… 

An akin Joy that Blesses my days

a privilege to behold…

Though, this moments Joy 

was not offered for my tasting… 

I felt it so deeply

her heart ‘masquerading’…

As the drawbridge between us 

slowly raised by her hand… 

Left me floating and reeling 

to forage new land…

Bereft and confused 

as to why her heart sheltered… 

the Joy her soul ached for 

a dance to remember… 





Remember beloved soul…
in the moments of weighted heart,
you are swathed in the down
of Angels wings

And when you rise…
you will glide as an eagle,
cresting the sunrise
of a harvest moon

And when you look up…
you will see your raidiance,
dance across the majesty
of an opalescent sky

And when the wind billows…
as the trees begin to dance,
you will hear the sacred aria
of Loves lullaby.

Listen my child;
for therein resides
a melody of peace.