We cannot wake up alone because we cannot take ourselves out of control. We cannot press our own buttons and we do not know who we are within the finite limitations of control.

We believe we enter relationships to experience the highs of romance and love. However, it’s clear that all love ultimately leads to heartbreak.

The sexual energies we could ride to our liberation on,
We turn into lassos to grab for the boyfriend, the husband,
The small pittance of love or approval.
That gift, invaluable,
We ration like misers, proudly starving ourselves and the world.

We’ve been told, over and over again, that a woman’s sexuality is dangerous. Dangerous to her. Dangerous to others. That it needs to be managed, contained, and—when it strays too far from the acceptable—condemned. But the danger isn’t in sex. It’s in the chains we’ve placed around it.

Tear out the weeds, the conventions, the well-laid plans.
Tear out every last direction you were given
For this, your one precious garden.

I once did what is called a perfection argument. I argued against my perfection. Three teachers argued for it. It was billed as “4 hours and we always win.”

I fought hard. I lost. My fight was exhausted. I had to admit that I was perfect.

Our desire is to be a vehicle of freedom for each other.

In Eros,
we are liberated from
the mindset that would tell us there is somewhere we need to get to and
we should hurry there.

True beauty is not symmetry of facial features but a congruency between the keeper’s soul, heart,
and the expression in the physical.

The fear you cling to like a coat—you could lose it all and still—nothing would be lost.

In both the waking world and the dream world, the key is to stay conscious, aware of the transitions, and fully present in both realms