Eros invites us to
refine our attention, to cultivate the discernment necessary to understand
what our hunger truly seeks.

Women are the network. Imagine a motherboard, an intricate system of circuits and pathways, each communicating with the others.  

Men are the conduits that move between them. 

Carrying arousal is a responsibility. Not a burden, but a calling, an art, a practice, an offering. Not everyone knows how to play. But for those who do, it is the most exhilarating force on earth.

But the sky dancer knows—flight is accessed only on the wings of yes. As, I might add, is courage. Yes. That. I did that. I wanted that. I pleaded for that. To own it all—all of it—that is the skeleton key to the secret world.

What if jealousy is not something to get rid of, but something to use? What if it isn’t a block to arousal, but a pathway into it?

I am one of the few women I know who has been able to make the journey back to a woman’s native terrain.

The sensing organ of consciousness, when it has no residue, will have untold, accurate sensitivity.

Lying is a beginner’s game. It is always about one thing: decreasing sensation.

There is an
invisible erotic dimension
woven into every part
of your life.

A shape-shifter bends and
re-forms to be loved, to be chosen, to avoid loss.
The dakini bends and re-forms to free you. The difference is absolute.