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Wild Yoginis


Wild Yoginis

Wild awareness,

up and up and up we go,

We’re willin’

As they say in the West

You were called

Red Haired Dakini

by someone who

knew what that meant

In New Orleans

you led the puja, we chanted,

Avolokitesvara, Chenrezig,

and then we walked down

Bourbon Street together.

You bought one of those giant

neon colored iced alcoholic slurpees.

We practiced every day

and opened up to the Universe

like crazy yoginis.

Open Ruth


Wherein I Glorify my Prudishness


Lately I’ve noticed in my blogosphere wanderings the big controversy over President Obama’s balls.

I can’t even believe I wrote that!  Bleeeccchhhh!  Ewww.

I am really not interested, outside of my love life, in anyone’s organs of any kind.

I lament the loss of real privacy, which is an essential part of intimacy, one of the more pleasurable experiences in this crazy life.

Open Davy


Open Bette


Today is Mine


Today’s my birthday, and was a strangely rainy day in the Big Apple.  I felt like going to work, which was bizarre in and of itself.

I like birthdays, the ego gets a holiday and can run free!  Free at last!  Hee.

In this moderen age, we can self-publish.  So that’s easy right there.  Boom!  Instant connection to cyberworld.

Anyhoo …

Open Bruce


Experiencing Reality


Most every spiritual system, be it institutionalized religion or various strains of spiritual practice that have survived the millennium in one form or another, all of them say something about the nature of reality itself.

The assumption being that we turn towards religion or spirituality because we have just finally said, “jesus, I just don’t know what’s going on any more and I’m not going to lie about it to myself any longer.”  Yes, pun intended.

Anyhoo, as my ma used to say.

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