kiss me, from else you feel me lubov,not just with lips kiss me,from where else you carry my home lubovif not in your heart? ~ from The God-like Things by Lubomira Kourteva It’s almost the end of November and the wild roses are still blooming. And it’s as...
red me silk tell him i wait by the wolf river perhaps it’s the certainty with which you fell on the wooden floors, that now i too am tempted to soul-sized is the land of my heart how far i’ve travelled across the twists and turns and curves from a time...
One-liners have become quite popular, but unfortunately even the most spiritual of statements can be twisted into something loveless, ruthless and compassionless. This has resulted in many spiritual concepts which have been minimized into short statements, re-played...
Today I’ll tell you two Inuit stories, from the depths of the cold seas, all the way to the warmth of a little house in the tundra where a love was born. The first story is about Sedna, and the second, about Skeleton Woman. In her book Women Who Run With the...
you are undressing now –in the skies of my mind or wherever else you have wandered,undressing down to a self that is completely yours,along the rivers of grace, call it love,call it a slow rising of a godyou hold inside your body Grace trumps all. Historically,...
ask the hawk, he knows how you take my love across wild roses’ bedand tie the bottom corners to my ankles how shadows can stretch us, twist us,re-shape us, eventangle us but never break us how soul touches soul on the lips and you take my wristknowing it’s your wrist...
