Handing Back Old Coats Of Beliefs.

Tantric Poetry ~ Melting Into Silence.

Melting into silence. My body sighs. It’s tightly bound form unravels. The edges of who I am, are limitless. Silence beckons me. A wanton lover & to it, I yield.

Where Do You Go For Silence?

In a world of noise, where do you go for silence?    All our knowing of “self”. Our individuality, our passions and dreams, our unique medicine, waits patiently in the

Tantric Meditation ~ Begin With The Navel.

Begin With The Navel.  The Centre Of you. In a world that is in constant change and adjustment, how do we maintain that we do not get distracted with external