Poetry

All of my life I have dreamed of being me And now I am Harvest cometh I reap From the field That to express my self Speak my truth Compassionate […]

Born sublime Little creatures We climb Learning to think To know And show Striving to pass Get a grasp of the latest Following fashions Believing only the greatest Trying to

So many people start yoga And so many give it up Some of the reasons Fear of competition Being good enough Keeping up Not being able to Perform the techniques

You can only breathe one breath at a time You are only as pure as your last thought I am there back in the moment of my darkest hour Knowing

Tantra Frees This poem is about the healing, releasing and purifying power of the orgasm. A state of being that brings us into the moment completely. If we let it.

Food is for living Although sometimes loving becomes food Food is for thought although sometimes thought is only with food Food is for healing although sometimes healing is hindered with