Since Lady Kundalini cracked my crown, there's been a spilling forth of Self. Most of me is focused on the conscious creation of my novel: Don't Drink the Punch, but this blog is a sponge, mopping up the overflow of poetry and other stuff. Enjoy.
Hoopnotica came down from Los Angeles to teach at Dance Jam and the same weekend, I broke my toe. Regardless, Dancing within the hoop is a profound meditation. It's an art to stay in your center while the chaos of the world swirls around you. Click on the Belly Button for more pix.
Her eyelids Look like lips Her lashes like invitations Extending out to be kissed But not too brief, Her stare is constant Penetrating While my longing Limitless
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