
I have just returned from an incredible Tantric, Shamanic, Somatic retreat near to Berne and I’m still buzzing from the energy experienced. I feel so grateful to have been part of this electric and yet deeply grounded space and here is one of the poems I wrote as I walked into the forest before the sessions started one morning.
Morning Moon
The moon is like a precious pearl that punctuates the sky
It makes the joy inside me twirl to hear its soul-felt cry
The frosted tips project a nip of chilling grace in stillness
I had no clue what to expect, no way I could have willed this
As I advance I thank this chance to cherish sensual meeting
We have to make the most and dance with life for it is fleeting
Say yes to it, give it a whirl, your body does not lie
assure the precious…
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