a prayer {wet eros}
o, o, oh god the body yawns open into a well
Soulmaking in this Time Between Worlds
Soul-making is an art and consciousness capacity that is latent within each of us – a way of seeing that enables humans to intimately relate with psyche (soul) as a doorway to anima mundi (world soul). It is the (re)membrance of Reality as intrinsically mysterious and intersubjectively co-arising.
between two red lines
“The valley spirit never dies; It is the woman, primal mother. Her gateway is the root of heaven and earth. It is like a veil barely seen. Use it; it will never fail.” – Tao Te Ching
love what you love
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
Love what it loves.”
Controlled folly
I am terrified about writing again.
Something animal within me shivers violently, back arched and hair bristling.
Harmonizing the Body Electric
At Willow Monastic Academy, I lead chanting every day. My voice begins to break, cracking from the effort.
Before Completion, Stillness
My gaze often returns to the willow tree in the backyard of the Willow Monastic Academy. Seeing the arms branch upwards makes me sit up straighter; my body relaxes and sways with the silvery tendrils of leaves lifted by the wind.
The summer teachers
Following this loose, unfurling structure of a self(soul)-directed masters, I’ve given myself a “summer break” by tasting the sun-soaked madeleine of school-age youth, the familiar stretch and restless boredom of it. Languid laziness pierced through with the nagging feeling that I need to do something with my time, make important memories.