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July 17th, 2015

7/17/2015

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Fish Head

6/19/2015

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Picture
Disrespecting your space
I worshipped a fantasy of you
and wondered
why my dream went splat

pierced from inside
I sag with dread
my warping powers
salt my wounds

fear of exposure
insulated me sweetly
fat truths numbed and tender from the cushion
I can't feel for them

rivulets divide my raft of vulnerability
surfaced by the net of gravity-led entrails
that caught me

slap me with that fish please

I reached out, fell, froze, failed, cowered, denied--

opened!

revelled in those rivulets

and closed again

slice me some time
more patience for myself
you always come through
a reliable mystery 
I hide from


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Underbelly

6/19/2015

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You varnish the truth
as a pristine offering
freezing the unfreezable
where is your underbelly?
where is my sacred entropy?

Acclimated your mind
for perfected protocol
where is your underbelly?
where is my evolution experience?

collecting linear paraphernalia
denies my oscillation
you are precious beyond frustration
even in flatland

you tread the tangible
while I beg to experiment
let's initiate curious disorder
with every glowing resource

I had a dream I was dreaming
I spiraled into my self
thanks for bringing me through
that polyocular abyss

I charged up my backside
to spring into action
allowing for my underbelly

decaying dances
in my spine-spring of glass
we all laugh with god
authentically aligned



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Path

6/19/2015

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I heard impish wood-nymphs calling---

Drawn to their harmonic lightning, I followed.

They permitted me to play in this goose-flesh,
ride-hitching by song, wit, daydream and 
energetic proximity.

I was hypnotized
into the pinnate capillaries of each leaf, branch, stream and blossom.

       ~drunk~

on the wafting honeysuckle same as the funk of pear blossom.

Yearning to live in every dingy delta, forest and swamp.
so-entranced by grotesque lichen and fetid fungus

I kept on. 

Waiting for the place with well-honed-claw-hooks to pluck me into the bog of eternal cosmos.

My path banal as the texture of river stones.


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June 19th, 2015

6/19/2015

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Connect

4/13/2015

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as I approached you I heard the delicate 'pop' of a crabapple underfoot
hissing aroma to mark our collective rippling

your willingness so fragile
to surrender fractured composure

your willingness to become charged
tickling static

your willingness so delightful
to absorb subtle mystery

as you blossom and pickle me
dripping with hide and seek
I savor your timely residue

In place of hearth a void
a target for shimmering 
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Preparations

4/13/2015

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I float by
to check the topography in my bubble
silent.
so you won't notice me
yet.

Carefully clipped fingernails
and flesh soaked in moonlight
just for you

I feed a breeze enchanting
crosswinds hold my ecosystem
watching for crickets and sparrows
in case i'm a habitat

Steam from my core
sustains my humidity
but if you'd like a cooler climate
deftly shift my axis
my poles orbit freely
especially for you

My hills of freshest green, 
the bellies of my clouds, 
and my solar blues could use
your polish

Bring mosses if you find some
my collection accumulates
all the hues of pea shoots
are nearly covered

I'll drain my mind for you
groundwatering a well
awaiting sensation

rippling my surface with your zap
notice before you enter
how I have sown each vapor with poppy, balsam, and honeyed grapefruit.

My dewpond
a gift
for your choosing

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Free

2/2/2015

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Oh! it's cold! Relax.
sunshine and rain penetrate me
I am of the world
polluted but free

Oh! it's Hard! Relax.
consume and exert me
I have it all to give
affected but free

My! it's sweet! Relax.
resonance absorb me
I hurt out of control
cracked open and free

Oh! It's real! Relax.
lose and contain me
I share to save heart
playfully me I am free

Oh! it's warm! Breathe.
shiver and slip me
I am collecting your pieces
distant and closer and free

My! it's silent... Breathe.
consecrate and elevate me
I feel me into sensation
dissolved and free

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