yes, i can hear

yes, I can hear
love was known and passed down along
in so many ways

i'd been in the oak tree,
hidden away
unbelieving
waiting
at times frantic in the silence.

what a mystery
to be called and to hear
to be peeled away from the noise
to be held closer than close
in this quiet glory
this problemlessness.

i feel like leaping
as a fire's flame out of the oven
every moment this is possible
every moment there is more levo ! lvoe! love!
issuing from this point of me
of you.

where did i go to let this glory be?

body is glad for the leave taking
it can breathe now
undulate, spin, wiggle, stomp
embraced by quiet glory, 

the body smiles
and continues to express

Like a mountain
like a woman
like an eternal flame
someone's devotional gesture is who i am now.

photo credit: towardtheone.tumblr artist Anahata Katkin's (of PAPAYA) 

an invitation

surrender

is invited in this moment

and the next

my heart breaks

to be given over

endlessly

how

ever

through laughter

and precious awareness

of love's gift.

lalita devi

the night before sadhana
and all through the house

of myself
is still

of my home
is beautiful

of my heart
is swept clean

to greet Her.

i feel like a young girl
preparing the space of her unknown woman to be lit
by the Devi.

life drawing

drawing was the way I came in touch
with the mysterious beauty of the natural world.

when the way falls away
mysterious beauty becomes all there is
and ever was.

it is the life in all forms

seeing seen unseen

always being beauty.

beyond the idea of beauty

i'm continually floored by process painting
it gives me a direct way of feeling engaged
of feeling in relationship to life
to see what veils of belief I am ready to walk through.

words cannot describe the beauty
beyond the idea of beauty.
of course,
I try to put it into words

i'm just amazed.…


process
life
is shivashakti
is consciousness and everything else.

They meet in me
and leave their mark
in color
on paper.

fungi

let me be so devoured, 
as a fungi devours the wood, 
making such beauty of my cells.

the heart of the flower

oh, She was playing with me big time.
practically, really practically
and as always
 with an eye for Beauty and Wonder.

She moved me through the house.
cleaning and making space.

I take a dahlia off the altar 
 strewing its petals on the porch
and I see, 
beneath all those multitude of petals,
are more.

petals that held the petals

it is like a whole other flower
once the petals
fall.

and,

of course I am moved to share this picture with you
and since I dropped my camera, the focus no longer works
and since I bought a new one, maybe too fast without getting a feel for it in my hands, 
I am avoiding learning to use it.

I try
and it slips in my hands,
my fingers push buttons that I don't even know what they mean,
and I am still in my pajamas
and and and

it seems to me that she is saying 
it is time to learn this new camera.


The Beauty and Order of the Inside has been revealed through the heart of the Dahlia.

I will follow her lead
I want to go to bliss
and she wants to take me,
 practically,
 into focus.