A Religion of Her Own

It might be easy to say
I came to this place
In search of my self,
Only – that couldn’t be true.

I know who I am, this woman in me.
We are an infinitely intimate love affair.

The truth would be
I came here to feel
With intensity
The flames of her holy burning fire.

I came to this place to claim for my self
And on behalf of others,
Yet another gathering up of her pieces.

Smattered like crumbs from there to here;
A guide through the senses
To her inner castle of sweetness.

I met her there:
The radiance within my self.

Together we danced
On a warm spring breeze,
Playing hide and seek
In the mighty grove of pines.

Hand and hand we walked naked as One,
Through the glistening kiss of golden sun rays.

Sun Kissed

Calling grace and tenderness
As midwives to serve
In the holy unveiling of my deepest love.

My Divine Beloved
Is for me Everywhere.

In my words
And the rain
Through my food
And the arts,
You entered my body.

My Sacred Heart
Splayed apart,
Pierced by the holy sword
Of your fierce love.

I came here for this,
To meet you
And feel you.

Making love together
As the bird and tree,
As both sun and moon,
Asleep
And awake.

I came here for you
To whisper the song
Of re-member-ance
Into my being.

Drawing me in more deeply
To you
And to me.
Each of us – my Beloved.

 

My Body is a Prayer

My body is a prayer
Uttered, whispered
In deep moans of pleasure
With sighs of ecstasy

She is Holiest of Holies
Sacred temple space
Innermost chalice
Bearing crimson wine

My body is a prayer
Heart beating
In rhythm to All That Is
Pulse ripened
In her own unbecoming

Promised in the kiss of her lips
Cradled in the arms of her embrace
Nestled in the crevice of her legs
Infused in the ambrosia of her nectar

Voice of the Divine
Goddess in the flesh
Aphrodite glistening
Through lush feminine folds

My body is a prayer
Ever present lovemaking
To all breath of Life
Broken open, fully bared
By thrusts of holy Love

body prayer silverwitch

With equal measure
She inhales
And exhales
Beauty of her Presence

My body is a prayer
Consumed in continual reverence
Caressed by the taste of Eros
Penetrated fully
By the heated flow of Grace

My body is a prayer
Offering herself
Again and again
To her Beloved

 

 

Voice and Channel of the Sacred Feminine

I am a woman in whose dreams
She is the chalice for all that is Divine
In whose waking moments
She is the voice and channel
For the very essence of the Sacred Feminine
Woman on Fire ~ 

As I wrote this poem, I felt the essence of all that is holy moving through my heart, soul and body. There are moments in my writing when what is sacred and pure flows through me as though I am not the author, but the scribe. This poem, Woman on Fire, and all that it holds and conveys was born from one of those euphoric experiences.

I’m sharing it here with you now in a whole new way, with an understanding of who I am, of the beauty and grace that have been given to me in this lifetime. Deep in my being I understand that all I feel and experience leads to this ultimate truth: I am ‘the voice and channel for the very essence of the Sacred Feminine.‘ And for me, part of that reality is the use of my own voice as part of expressing and becoming Her.

This hasn’t always been easy, using my voice, speaking aloud. As a child, I feared the sound of myself, steered clear of using ‘big words’ because it felt like too much for me; ‘big words’ could simply have been my third grade vocabulary words for the week.

So you see, my loves, this is a huge gift to myself, to the Sacred Feminine, to every woman–indeed every BEING–who listens and feels the vibration of what it is to see ourselves as beautiful, holy, filled with and walking as grace. This is my voice, liberated, claiming what is my truth, our truth. And it’s imperative I let her speak, I give her a platform from which to be felt, seen and heard.

Thank you to my beautiful love Cat Forsley for her golden touch on this video. She saw the vision together with me and is a constant reminder of who I am. The reflection she shines my way is filled with purity and radiant light. An angel being walking this earth is what this woman is to me. She has so lovingly created this video out of my words, my voice, my photos. I’m ecstatic, filled with loving gratitude and humbled at the way I hold the Divine Feminine frequency on this planet. Cat creates art from a place outside of any we know here in this plane. There is an ethereal and mystical glow to all that flows from her. I’m delighted to have her as my collaborator on this project. I love you, Cat. Thank you. xxx

You can visit here for more of Cat’s gorgeous and unique art.

And thank you, each of you, for taking the time to sink into this, my gift to you, to me, to us. The more we embrace our own beauty, our own nakedness and gifts, the higher we raise the vibration of beauty, of love, of grace on this planet and far, far beyond.

Woman on Fire

I am a woman
A sacred, sensual Divine woman
Who aches to be loved for the goddess she is

I am a woman
Whose longing has been the same
For every moment of her life

To be touched
Kissed
Held
Caressed
Fondled
Cradled
Rocked
Beheld
Adored
Loved
For the Goddess she is

Henry-Asencio-3I am the incarnation of the Sacred Feminine
The Sacred Prostitute
Whose body, heart and soul
Served only the highest Presence
And state of being

I am a woman whose skin begs
To be set on fire with the breath
Of her holy Lover

I am a woman whose entire being
Has waited for this moment to come again
Into her life, her consciousness, her Temple body

I am a woman in whose dreams
She is the chalice for all that is Divine
In whose waking moments
She is the voice and channel
For the very essence of the Sacred Feminine

I am a woman whose heart
Cracks open
Bleeding with her desires
Beating with fiery passion

I am this woman
Into whose soul
The Life Force of the Goddess
Is aged with beauty and grace

Remembering Her place
Breathing Her ancient wisdom
Emanating Her sensual, holy fragrance

I am a woman on fire with the taste of HER.

The Sacred Orgasm

I’m certain many of you are with me, so come, let’s take this ride together.

It’s happening for me as we speak, whatever time you’re in, whichever moment you arrive here to read this. As women especially, but I suspect men, too, we have for too long misunderstood its presence. The Sacred Orgasm. We mistake it for that full-body arousal that stirs us mad with sexual desire – and it is. We stuff ourselves full with food that tantalizes our tongue as its deliciousness entices our senses, only to be left hungry. We feel ourselves shaken to the core with utter delight, with the wildness of who we are. It’s here this moment, and let me share with you what it feels like to me.

Now, here, I am alive with fiery love for all of who I am. I look in the mirror of my self and see a stunning beauty, and can’t help but feel the curve of my lips as they smile. She’s radiant. Not simply because of how she looks, but because of the aura she exudes. A seductive fragrance exhales with her breath, calling me deeper into the pool of red, flowing love. She is feminine elegance and grace all at once. As I continue gazing, I see the spark of playfulness in her eye, a spark that can shift from a gentle nature into a deep roaring and ravenous power. This woman’s blood pulses with the deep red hue of creative Flow, so much waiting yet to be birthed through her sacred canals. She is the goddess, here, now, and she lives in the spirit of every woman.

The Last Dance

This is our WILD. Our feminine spirit, ever present and waiting for that moment when the heart is clear and the energy free, when she can become drenched with the liberation of all she is. She fears nothing and is threatened by no one. Comfortable in her sultry skin, she holds her head high, void of shame, ripe with the full potential of her own essence.

She knows who she is. The Sacred Feminine, worshiped by men and women alike, from the start. She has endured much and stands here now in full bodied presence, reclaiming her power once again. Do not be fooled, my loves, for this power isn’t the stuff of dragons and conquest. She is a powerful Creatrix, Mother, Lover. She is masterful in art, poetry, song and lyric, radiantly igniting the canvas with all she is. She stands full in her power.

That’s how it feels, my loves, the Sacred Orgasm. It’s all about being in the moment, the deep space where the heartbeat of life comes to find you and overcomes your entire being.  No longer do I give this away, unaware of its Sacred Presence. The eruption is mine alone, to harness and allow to flow forth from every crevice.

**I’ve got to tell you, after sitting here with my eyes closed and letting this move through my fingertips, I’m in a state of awe. It’s the middle of the afternoon, I’m sipping the most exquisite sweet wine – not something I typically do in the afternoon, and only recently in the evening. A very subtle breeze blows, creating a whisper amongst the leaves here in the backyard and a softness across my skin. The sun is radiant. All of this – being in this space, so filled with joy, with peace and love – writing the way I am, filled with inspiration and in a voice that is my own – feels as though I’ve stepped into another lifetime. I’m weepy with the feel of it. This is who I am – so, so beautifully me. Gentle in the flow of Life, letting Her fill me up and pour out through my elegant voice. I’m honored, I’m wild with desire for this sensation and on fire with burning, sacred love.

I Am the One

I am the one who has said yes over and over and over again
Whose soul will have HER way with me, claiming every last drop
Of who I am

And I am the one who will continue to be laid bare, stripped of all my strongest protections, left only to be ravaged by HER

I am the one whose heart was ripped wide open, left bleeding and clotting on the floor
Whose beauty became darkness, dirtied by those without eyes to see
Including me

And I am the one who will continue to ignite my radiance, steeping in my own ecstatic beauty  

I am the one whose tears would not come, stymied and stifled and stuffed deep inside
Whose longing left holes in her spirit, felt as gaping chasms of emptiness
And pain

And I am the one who will continue to feel every startling sensation, surrendering myself deep into the folds of HER tender caress

I am the one whose words would not form, terrified to hear my own voice speak out loud
Whose whispers were shunned, silenced by fear and beaten down
Into muted submission

And I am the one who will continue to shout and scream and roar, raging and drenched in the fires of passion

Fiery Love

I am the one, the one who will become HER Lover
Aching, sweating, breathing HER in
As over and over and over
My entire being cries out for HER
Yes….
YES…..
YES! 

Take me, feel me, love me, own me, claim me as yours
Brand my most intimate places with your fires
Burn me from the inside out
Ignite every cell of my being
Penetrating, possessing, purifying
Over and over I whisper….
yes. 

All I Have to Bare

Let me feel You in my pores
Sweet essence of Love
Washing out all over me

I want to feel Love as though She were an ocean
Her rhythm riding me as a gentle storm
To close my eyes and merge into You

And when I close my eyes
I feel your Love as a Wave that crashes over me
Pulling me, dragging me under
Without breath
Or thought
Or care

Sweet abandon
Release
My own undoing
Release

Stripping away every last shred of resistance
My dignity left lying on Your floor

All I have to bare is me
Beautiful breasts await Your Breath
The heat of sweet lips open to meet Your Tender Kisses 
Arms wide in surrender, giving all of my self to You

I want to feel Your gaze upon my sex
Drinking her in
Tasting her
Losing yourself in Her dark cavernous Light of Beckoning

sensuality

I want to know how it feels for you to be inside of me
Pressing
Opening

‘Just a little bit more my darling’
You whisper with each new entry into my Feminine folds
My lips are wet with the taste of You

Leaving me longing for more
Hungry for Your Touch
Desirous of our Bodies to connect once again

Pausing only to see into the spirit of each other
Becoming both the Seer and the Seen
Burning in the fiery gaze of a soul’s lust
For HER within and from each other
Our intimacy formed perfectly
Fit together as though designed

I love to feel You
From the inside out
To know Your presence 
Even before You come

My soul longs to feel Your penetration 
Ever more deeply, sweetly, fiercely 

I am laid bare
Spread wide apart
Open, waiting, calling You to me
Hungry for all that only You can bring

I am yours oh Beloved One
I am yours