by Sensual Seed | Jul 2, 2018 | Poetry, Reflection
Don’t be fooled by me. Don’t be fooled by the face I wear for I wear a mask, a thousand masks, masks that I’m afraid to take off, and none of them is me. Pretending is an art that’s second nature with me, but don’t be fooled, for...
by Sensual Seed | May 13, 2018 | Poetry, Reflection
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing It doesn’t interest me how old you are I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the...
by Sensual Seed | Apr 7, 2018 | Poetry
The inch worm in the window sill, curling In a bank of light. Snow-soaked porch steps, Old pinewood floors. The neck, the back – My body bends into another body. Firelight Bends around his shoulders, a half-moon Around stars, around the tops of...
by Sensual Seed | Jul 9, 2017 | Beauty, Poetry, Reflection
You scribe words on to clouds for all to see Beautiful images on delicate parchment There for those that dare look up Before the wind tumbles them into oblivion Look up you say Why won’t they look up? You scatter messages across mountain tops Attached to...
by Sensual Seed | Aug 25, 2016 | Divine Feminine, Poetry
Tangled up in blue The weft of my clothe slightly frayed The edges as ragged as my feelings I dressed myself in happiness today, Dragged the crumpled suit from the back of the wardrobe Stood before the mirror and hoped it not only covered my nakedness, But also my...
by Sensual Seed | Jun 29, 2016 | Creativity, Divine Feminine, Poetry |
A Poem: I Planted A Seed I found it nestled between my rib cage Vibrating with a frequency that spoke to the heavens The harmonic ring, too high a frequency for earth bound souls But I stopped, and I listened, and I knew what must be done With courage...
by Sensual Seed | May 26, 2016 | Beauty, Divine Feminine, Poetry, Reflection |
In this age of tell-it-all, I keep my mystery. My whims are tides of the sea, my aspirations, hymns of the stars. In this age of tell-it-all, I hold on to my silence. My secrets are as precious as my surprises. I delight in the way you understand me. And I also...
by Sensual Seed | Apr 20, 2016 | Divine Feminine, Intuition, Poetry |
Yes, I am tender but I have courage. Yes, I am vulnerable but I have courage. I have the courage to be the woman I want to be, even if I dance to the songs of the unheard. I have the courage to give love even if it’s more practical to leave. I have the courage to...
by Sensual Seed | Apr 9, 2016 | Beauty, Divine Feminine, Poetry, Reflection |
In the midst of the demands of the world for the chronicled and the edited, I felt a deep yearning to rediscover the candid and the unseen. Our online accounts bear it all—all those moments we impulsively want to share to the world, from the healthy breakfast we...
by Sensual Seed | Apr 6, 2016 | Poetry
I love the “unphotographed” you- the way you form a circle with your hands to enfold the full moon. The way your tears linger on the brink of your vulnerability because you can never turn your back to beauty. The way you smile at strangers with cool hair...
by Sensual Seed | Mar 3, 2016 | Divine Feminine, Healing, Poetry |
It was my dream to reach the skies So I prayed for wings, I longed for heights. I wished for stars, I ached for distant realms. It was my dream to soar I aimed for faraway places and powerful people, I flapped my wings to go farther and wilder. One day, I had to fall....
by Sensual Seed | Nov 27, 2015 | Creativity, Poetry |
Topographically Present We stop for a red-light Through the windscreen we see The couple on the corner Lean in to embrace Perhaps not embrace Maybe entwine Heads together bodies melded And whose limb is that Why do they have to do that here? you ask What! I say Look...
by Sensual Seed | Oct 25, 2015 | Creativity, Poetry |
Lord Vishnu Lord Vishnu, it has been said, has experienced 10 incarnations She went through her Buddhist period in her early 20’s Most weekends spent out at the Tibetan Buddhist Society in Mickleham Road Deep in meditation, or slaving in the garden Peace and...
