Sounds Like Bliss
I've got another poem for you today, and it was important to me that I read it out to you.
It's a poem I wrote for my Rebels Of Light -- and can I just say for a moment how truly full I feel to have the creative freedom in my mentorship that I can reach into the hearts of these students through poetry. Such is a testament to their openness. I find poetry (or any type of art) is often the best way that I can communicate the intensity of what I feel for them and also what I want to teach them.
I decided to bring this one out to you, my cherished wider community, not so much to share the poem itself but rather to share what is available to you when you practice what the poem points to.
I want to remind you today that whenever something is unfamiliar to you, or uncomfortable to you, you have an opportunity to sit with that aspect or essence, to invite that into your life, and to ask that to tell you more about itself.
Tune into this short 10-minute episode and if you can, close your eyes and sip the words into your being. Tell me over on Instagram what you find and what you feel.
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I adore you,
Hey, beautiful humans.
Today's episode sounds like bliss because I'm sharing a little more spoken word with you. Let's get cracking with a poem I have titled Wolves...
Hey, honeys. How the bloody hell are you? Welcome back.
I've got a poem for you today. I wanted to read it out to you. It's a poem I wrote for my Rebels Of Lights. I tend to write these beautiful women many poems. I find it's one of the best ways that I can communicate the intensity of what I feel for them and also what I want to teach them.
And this poem comes at you... I decided to bring this out into my wider community, not so much to share the poem but to share what is available to you when you make yourself available to that which you think has never been available to you before.
So this year in Rebels of Light we're exploring sensuality as an ally. And what I'm very interested in as a woman is becoming more intimate and more well adjusted to aspects of myself that seem foreign, alien, far away, or unlike me. I'm very interested in integrating those aspects into myself and it's really fascinating. The last few years my own relationship with sensuality has morphed and changed so much. And I'm noticing this year in our experience with Rebels Of Light, which is of course is my signature mentoring programme, that this is an energy and an essence that is ripe for the discovering for many of us.
And so the reason I'm sharing this poem with you is to remind you that whenever something is unfamiliar to you, or uncomfortable to you, you have an opportunity to sit with that, to invite that into your life, and to ask that to tell you more about itself. Can I say that again? Maybe I'll say that in another way. For example, let's say that you are trying to cultivate more courage in your life, boldness, more spontaneity, playfulness, maybe you are looking to generate more spaciousness, anything that may be alien to you, kindness even, or generosity. And any number of those qualities or states of being or even emotions could feel so far away, unnatural to you. You know their possible because other people feel them and embody them, but to you in your experience, they may not feel close by. They may not feel like a good mate of yours. And so rather than analytical mind our way through that process, what I recommend that you do is spend some time in the presence of that state, that emotion, that result, sit at the feet of it and ask it to tell you a little about itself.
So here is a poem titled Wolves and it's one of the many ways that sensuality has made herself known to me. And I hope that she reaches into your heart today and teaches you something new or at least unravels, unwinds a capacity within you to ask the very same questions of courage or spontaneity or playfulness or power or beauty, whatever it may be.
Let's get on with the show.
I am alive. I am aliveness itself. Multi-sensory. Dancing in the density. Uninterested in enlightenment. Preferring the hot mess of humanity instead.
I am the sound of hot tea being poured slowly, ceremoniously. The crackle of a flame. The faintest of whispers landing on your earlobe.
I am that lashing of cream you lick from your fingers with side servings of delight spilling from your eyes. And I'm the dirt beneath your fingernails after a very, very sweaty day spent on this Earth.
I am the graze of cashmere or velvet or silk on your skin when there's ice lingering in the air and the prickle of the sun's rays on naked flesh when it is bright and searing and hot out there.
I am what happens to you when the light is dim and soft and just right for the night.
I am innate in the cadence of a poem that beckons goosebumps up and out of your body and into plain sight.
I live in the silence between the beat and I am not at all solely reserved for scandal between the sheets. I can be witnessed and tasted and felt and heard and inhaled and sensed and I can be known, but no one can know me like you or access me like you or evoke me quite like you can.
I am the shadow that walks the line between that which is sacred and irreverent. I bring exhilaration and terror and I bring the ecstasy, but you have been to scared to call on me. I, like you, have been misunderstood and shamed and thrown to the wolves, but just like wolves I howl at the moon and now, dear sister, I am howling at you.
My name is sensuality and sit before you now asking you to walk towards me, to show me what you find in me. Create me out of nothing. Redefine what I am to you. I am the simmer in your hips and the desire in your lips and, fuck, I am more than that. I exist in the every crevice of beauty and rage there is and let me out. Call me in. Invite me into your life, into your home, into your body. And please, don't forget to tell me what you find in me.
My friends, we all just want to be known, don't we? I mean, even these emotions and these states of being and these expressions, we all just want to be known. Why would we ever reject aspects of ourselves? This is something I'm exploring a lot right now and I'm finding that as I do that with patience and openness all I keep finding is more love in there for me. There's just more love and there's just more tenderness. There's just more reverence for who we are and our entire expression here, our entire experience, and our entire opportunity with this life we have been given. So get to know that unknown aspect in you. Formulate that relationship so that you can remember and have the experience that you are not separate, you are just unpracticed and there is a huge difference between the two. You discovering aspects of yourself that are new, that sounds like bliss to me.
Beautifuls, thank you for being here and tuning back in. I appreciate you and your presence like you simply wouldn't believe.
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