Being naked isn’t about the clothes you wear or do not wear to bed. Being naked is about a willingness to be vulnerable and be seen.

Something happened on my birthday. A small, rumbling quake in my very core; a sense of panic, an aching curiosity mixed with fierce determination to live fully but still -- panic.

Throughout my life, I've often found myself feeling confused, even guilty for feeling too intently, too intimately, too sensitively. Because of my over-feeling attributes, I've often resorted to behaviors that diluted my innate, sensitive superpower...I'd cowar, become shy, inhibited and/or extremely introverted — and I'd feel bad about who I was. I didn't understand how to use this characteristic of my being so instead I'd also stress out for feeling overwhelmed by stuff that seemed easily manageable by other people.

Do you remember when your arms were my home? Do you remember when you promised you'd never leave me alone? Do you remember when you promised? Do You Remember Anything at all?

Water is associated with the emotions. All of our emotions can be an opportunity to go along with the flow, with what is required in the moment, rather than resisting it.

That's why it's so exciting to connect with another person on the level of the soul. It's why people say, Love is blind -- there are no judgments, just being. That feeling is usually triggered by sexual love, which has the power to quell the ego's voice and transport us into a state of communal oneness.

Mine is a magician’s smile styled with mirrors and smoke, red wax scrawl, trick of the eye.

Just look around you. At the beauty and the bliss. At the terror and the teardown. At the utter certainty and every last unknown. It is all a part of your story. Part of how you were made. Embers of grace and grit. Ashes of breakdown and breakthrough. Born of fire. Made of light.

And suddenly it's so toxic, you can't breathe anymore or your friendship seems to be splitting you into separate directions. You're stuck, no longer moving forward and perhaps moving backwards. You can't seem to talk to them anymore; every minute feels like a chore, you can't step outside of your mind when you are with them. The connection has done a complete 180.

There’s this basic irreducible human need that reaches out for the touch of another soul. A connection to humanity and a physical goodness that radiates energy.

...your sharklayered teeth are tinged, wit memories of red wine, pulling me hair ‘cause I ain’t rootin for your team.

I have spent years feeling your intensity, your fierce intelligence, your audacious spirit, your breathtaking heart, and I have wept and laughed and marveled with joy at the sheer brilliance of all you are.

"If you had not done it alone, you would never have realized that you have enough of me in your soul to endure even the most heavy of heartbreaks."

What is it about soul love that makes it so messy? I grew up on fairytales. Not one of them ended in divorce in order to find the mystical prince of my dreams or gave me any hints on how to walk the woods of false rumors or survive the shire of complexity. "Love comes with a knife" -- Rumi, the master of love himself, tried to tell me. I am now, perhaps, ready to listen.

The things we don't want to talk about, but keep folded up neatly inside where other people don't go or see, will sometimes splinter off into the light, showing that we don't really have anything all together.

Share a spoon as we dine on scraps of my humanity, and devour the sins, and misgivings, and idle lies.

We dance to the sound of our creators' secrets. To the pulse of the mysteries, out of time and oblivious to the guiding beat of that love.

There she was, natural as breath, in all her bright and spiny relentlessness. There she was, heaving exhales behind snarled lips.

There is no pain in love, when love is real. There is only light. Darkness cannot abide. And I inhale the light only. To breathe back into the night. More light.

"The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself." ~ C. JoyBell C.

But in my dreams of separation, I worry that this world won't love me back and, turning away from the blazing sun, I warm my hands by my little fire.

We all know that person who, no matter the situation, always seems to have the same story: “I am soooooooooooooooo busy!” Maybe for you it’s a boyfriend or girlfriend (actually, let’s hope it’s an ex)...

I love you because you make the child in my heart smile. I love you because you accept me as I am.

If the love we put something into comes from a full place inside ourselves, then we will still have enough. If the love we are fighting for is emptying us, we let go.

We walked to meet whatever was on the other side. We walked because there was the ocean to walk to. We walked because we were walkers.

I kneel spent finally at your doorstep heart relinquished the years of marching have eaten holes in me

I want you to own me. I want you to cherish me. I want you to eat me. I want you to drink from me. I want to be kissed by you. And I want to be missed by you.

In the space that is created by your distance, You bring me flowers from the garden. I am told; I am told you are coming. You bring me flowers from the garden.

You’ve found someone who believes in you and did so even before you started to fully believe in yourself. Isn’t that something? Isn’t this firm belief a pretty spectacular thing?

She knows the world can wait 20 minutes and nothing bad will happen. She doesn’t rush falling for you. She does it slowly so she can feel it intensely.

You want poetry? I'll give you motherfucking poetry I'll give you light and death and love and sinister...

What to do? First acknowledge that the present is a gift that you deserve, and the fact that you feel discomfort shows you are a mindful conscious being who wants to be the creator and curator of your own life and destiny.

Most people avoid the fundamentals because they don’t have the guts to become great at them. When you eliminate everything that is unnecessary, there are no details to hide behind. You’re left with just the basics and whether or not you have mastered them.

Is this me? Does this make my heart race? Am I in integrity with myself? Am I in integrity with Spirit? Is this the truth and if it isn't, can I hold a space big enough for the truth to be just that and still look at myself in the eyes and forgive myself?

To tell the truth, I'm glad you're gone, this world has turned to shit. I'm in a book. Not the one we wrote, but I can be proud of it.

Beautiful dependency, reveal to me your face. I hear you, silently breathing from the depths of ancient authenticity.

You made me feel more unsafe than I had when my secrets were secret, when my truths were made up of lies.

How can you be all Buddha on a mountain? And if you can't, were you ever spiritual in the first place? Sure it's easy to bestow peace and love on all you meet when life is easy -- but what does true spirit ask you to do in moments like these? If you are like me, it will look like this -- very human, very messy, with a sprinkling of your higher self thrown in.

We have been looking for answers in the stars for as long as we have been able to look up.

These are the times when I am on my knees, head to thighs, fingertips to face, wondering how much longer I will have to carry myself and how much longer I will have to carry the love I have to give with no willing recipient...

My chi impregnated with a new life-force, he ego and I file for divorce.

That one person you know who cares... who has been there through it all and just laughs when giving you their hand to help you up when you fall on your ass.

If you are awake, you know we're riding the waves right now. We're floating in boats without oars, under a dome of blinking stars, surrounded by glowing sea life, and the occasional humpback whale. We're on our way somewhere new, but we don't know where. Yet.

I preferred to call myself spiritual rather than religious; I pulled beliefs and traditions from different faiths and forged my own path.

Mountains, beaches, museums, galleries, concerts... in a bedroom, on a sofa, on the desert sand, on a plane, train, boat, on the Yoga mat, in the gym... wherever and whenever. Let's not waste any more time. The time is now, the time for this momentary familiarity.

It’s happening, shifting, Transforming before my eyes. I feel my heart open more, But this time for myself not for anyone else.

Love is beyond the study of theology

The notion of loving again reads like some absurdist play where it all ends in a head-on collision with tragedy and none of the players are wearing seat belts. But I know my life would cease to matter without love. What to do?

In all the dimensions I freely travel I have never fitted the space you invented for me.

If you should return; rebuilding will ensue. A castle needs foundation and ours is built on two.

Just come to me wild. Listless, spent and world weary. Panting and heaving, bloodshot and bleary.

I can expose all sides of me to love. My stuffing, my light, my darkness and every single thread I am made of within and throughout is deserving of love.

I am not shy. I hold temperance to the storm. I feel when you are near. You are tempest to the ship at sail on the seas of my heart.

Falling in love is the easy, but staying in love is the dedication. Past relationships and patterns, fundamental differences in beliefs, perspectives, and thoughts on ways of living and navigating the world can all take their toll on a relationship.

After the initial panic and the realization that Love isn't going to overwhelm or leave us (wherever we fall on the fear of intimacy spectrum), then something in our experience can begin to shift. In moments of harmony, we start to realize that there is nowhere to run, and that we can't actually run from Love, because Love will follow, Love will be, and Love just is.

It's no small thing, doing something that makes you quake with fear, it's no small thing to turn your life around, change careers, leave a familiar nesting place behind, change your lifestyle in order to heal your body.

... the loveliest people are the ones who've been burnt and broken and torn at the seams, yet still send their open hearts into the world to mend with love again and again, and again.

I want to dance for you, with you. I want to create life and make love, for I am your conduit to creation. But alone, this phenomenon has no power, because I need you to unveil the path that travels there, for you are the key and I am the locked doorway to all that is heavenly.

Face your fears, and do it just because you have the power to find out what created them. For what we fear the most we tend to create ourselves.

Breathe in precious air. Then exhale letting you hang in dreamy memories, and live to tell the truth.

Can you taste the drops of my salty tears as I perch above you? Let them fall and glisten, trickle down your cheeks as if they are your own.

The people close to me looked at me in wonder, and I didn't know what they felt or thought, when they saw a mermaid flounder on dry land…

Even if light years away, I would travel all the molecular skies again. But only, and honestly, if it could lead us to this very moment. You smile and I know.

The awakened know something magical is always unfolding: they’re in touch with the purity of their hearts and the power they have to attract and create that which brings them aliveness and joy.

I believe in destiny, I believe in fate, I love how you exhaust me, in every possible way...

There are other voices out there, whose howls compliment our own. Howls that lift our howls up. Howls that show us the dimensions and complexities of our own. Howls of the creative collective.

Basically, it was a preemptive strike preventing me from potentially being talked out of an intuitively correct choice due to misguided concern for the comfort of others. This approach is not painless. Inevitably, the never-ending loop of questioning and self-berating ensues.

Life humbles all of us and perhaps that's exactly the medicine we all need. We are all mirrors for each other, and this world provides just enough hardship and triumph to find the soul which connects us all.

These bodies are only vessels that contain the vastness of ourselves, and those we let in through windows.

You are my arrow I shot long ago. It came back to me with its secret. It told me with its fire, "Be the you that wakes up in the morning, still groggy, remembering what exactly went on the hours before while dreaming."