milk n honey - welcome

I wrote this poem for the opening ceremony of Milk N Honey, a delicious, cozy festival of conscious Eros in Poland.

What was most with me as I was writing - and reflected in the dinner conversations I had there - was that most of us get involved in that realm the hard way. after burn-out, broken marriages, near-death experiences. so that trembling part was with me as I left Berlin, kinky capital of the world, to venture to a place where it would take a different kind of courage to show up at an event like that. To dare to come into the unknown, and see what it has in store for us all.

Thank you for everyone who made this event such a sweet and beautiful haven. I am dreaming, writing poems about it still.

hunker down, little one,
you made it to the nest. 

leave behind the long black roads
and let the travel dust settle.

i take a moment to thank
the ships that brought you here to us - 
the bright sails of curiosity,
the salty waters of grief
the strong deck of your gorgeous body
bearing you proud,
hoisting up your spirit gliding resplendent
on the breath of a thousand ancestors,
that twinkle in the unseen 

proud

to stand behind you
as you venture deeper

into heart
into flesh. 

you’ve had a long road to get here. I know.
meet some eyes if you wish, feel it. 

you’ve had a long road. 
And all these eyes -
they’ve had a long road too. 

turn around or turn within and allow what’s in the pit of your stomach

a little space here.

 the scars you bear, that are still knitting. 
the burdens you carry.
the blue flowers of courage.

the drum-beat of passion that is ready for
This brand new day,
Like no other before and no other to come
rife with revelation sweet and bitter
to puff your pipe on.

i heard a wise woman say
we’re just bags of broken bits,
so allow yours to cast their glimmer here,

in good company,

Because grace through the cracks
is all any of us have to share,
stolen cat’s whiskers of wisdom
we’ll have lost again by tomorrow

this path is not about teachers
No ascended masters to look up to
Only the body
To sink deeper in,
Only softness and rage
To lead us into hollow caves,
Golden silence
Rivers of connection. 

Please know in your heart -
we’ve waited,
Waited for your feet to kiss this ground.

So Welcome dearest. 
May this time be fertile and full,
Slow and empty,
Nothing you want 
And Everything you need
beyond your wildest, wildest dreams.

Photo of the ceremony by Kama Rokicka

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