There’s a Little Zipper Under Your Chin. {poetry}
Let me pull that zipper down
Let me unzip your skin
Let me unzip mine too and you can step in
Let’s spend the day in each other’s skin tones
Browsing Tag:
dance
The Dance of a Conscious Love.
The dance of a conscious love has the potential to transform the world we know now into the world of light that we all visit in our dreams.
She Can Feel Her Inner Flame Rising.
She has no idea what that destiny will look like, but it’s through the dance of trust with the inner flame that we begin to make our way there.
Pondering the Existence of Love in the Dance of Life.
She nodded, letting her eyes drift back to the dance floor. “... The odds of two people being deeply in love with each other... just feels impossible."
The Dance of Life Is Always in Tandem with Others.
As with all of life, I’ve learned that improv dance is a slow process -- a building up of small steps to ultimately become comfortable to embrace the free-flow movement without inhibition, in order to create something strong, deep and beautiful.
Dancing Love. {poetry}
Dancing every day is good. I will do it until I die. Dance every day... Dance when I am feeling sexual -- allow sexuality to live in me, to move me, to sparkle and grow and animate my dance.
The Dance of Turning Poison into Medicine.
I lasted half a day of dance classes on the first day. The second day, I lasted less than 90 minutes. Not only did walking on gentle sand feel like sharp gravel between the skin of my soles and fascia, but the vision in my good eye was deteriorating into the kind of blur you’d need Coke-bottle ...
4 Reasons why You Should Be the First to Dance.
When we dance, we share a synchronous second with something infinitely bigger and more beautiful than a simple melody, chord, or chorus.
Recharging the Creative Self.
Exploring what invigorates our muse is as important an undertaking as the invigoration itself. I've found that I'm often recharged by things that don't directly relate to my creativity or to the particular project I'm in the process of completing. I’m recharged by things that relate to my ...
The Discord of Dancing with Not-Enoughness.
Moving with wind, swaying with breeze, I gazed up at skies and trees. I danced. I danced my feet into the earth. My base claimed my space. My hips held me as I freed my heart and danced in the art of my garden. Birds’ songs danced along with my song as I whistled and worked in my garden. I ...