Pakistani Pirate Poet

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One more day before I head across the oceans once more for a Pakistani wedding journey. I spent all day today compiling my better poetry into a semi-organized collection. It still needs a lot of editing I’m afraid, so not sure if I love it or hate it yet. Also not sure why I took up that task at this time, but it has been useful going through my blog posts back to 2006, when I took up journaling again, to see what I was thinking when I made my last major life transition.

I also happened upon a conversation with PM from 2010, talking about how he stopped doing certain creative/experimental projects when he went to work in corporate, and wasn’t sure why. That is a concern of mine. I have two interviews this week, one which would support continuing a freelance/piecemeal lifestyle, and one which would be a full-time gig. Not having worked full-time for any one employer for 7 years now, that would be a transition for sure! We’ll see what the future holds…

It’s like a whole new round of courtship beginning. I’ll make the first move, flower to the bee, and see what kind of drones drop by :-)

I also wore an eye patch for more than half the day today over my good eye. Noticed some strain in right eye adjustment. Will try again after Pakistan.

This place is full of magic

Drawn in so deep by more magical sf experiences…a movie theater with couches and loveseats where the food comes to you and it’s a surprise…just kinky enough kink films…a meeting of the minds…intoxication and connection…worlds opening up…hearts opening up….posh surroundings…rubbing shoulders with hard edges…smart and barefoot and happy and centered, and a little manic but at least mindful of it…supportive and questioning and raising the roof on awesome and what ifs and what can we do…pioneers on the leading edge of what is and what is not…and loving each other’s company…diving deep into pleasure and what vibes our own souls no matter what we were told…leaving behind cults and sniffing the groupthink…lots of time apart and just enough together…barely remembering to be women and mothers and friends in a playland of gogogo…dododo…bebebe

Bless the Beloved

At the end of the day
What I really really want
Is for you to be
Deliriously happy
Walking a path that challenges you
And gives you beauty and respite
A soft breeze,
And a stream of water for your weary feet
I’m sending out love vibes
Through the darkness
And the channels which connected us
Aeons ago
When we swung through trees
And sat in our shells in the mud
I’m summoning all the forces for good
In our Universe
And lifting you up to the sun for a recharge
So that although we can’t find our way to each other
Your soul will rest in the clouds while
Light fingers glide across your skin
Nails swirl through your scalp
Hands soft against your body
And you find a place of permanent bliss
Merged into our other
Sheltered from our storms

Earplugs In

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You shut down
Befriending the silence
A pleasant girlfriend
With no complaints
Fuck her silence
Perpetuates ignorance
Valium bliss
Earplugs in
No chance to hear
No way to listen
One has to shout
Or sit and pout
I want your heart
Right on the table
Can’t finish operating
You’ve stitched it up

Loving Each Other With Words and Silence

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Not feeling well today, a sore throat, I left the house for the first time after 5pm. Although I support the germ theory of disease to some extent, this one seems too coincidentally psychosomatic, at a time a loved one has decided not to let me express myself any further with him.

I couldn’t find the restaurant I wanted to go to so I ended up at the Tibetan restaurant I had never eaten at before. I hadn’t wanted to go in, having heard rumors of bad reviews, but thought I might as well investigate for myself. After waiting quite a long time to have my order placed (apparently I was the first customer of the evening), I found the eggplant chips (fries) were wonderful, and the vegetable soup was very bland and the chef had forgotten to add the roasted pumpkin seeds, which my waitress, who arrived after I did, went back to remedy.

After my okay meal, I went to leave, and noticed a spinning circular box on a table. There was a laminated card which explained that it was a mantra, beginning with OM, and that chanting, reading, or looking at a spinning mantra could relieve many troubles. The waitress suggested that whatever my faith, if I was sad or upset or angry, I could benefit from picturing my spiritual leader and using the mantra.

She was right, of course. And it was a nice reminder about keeping your internal peace.

It occurred to me that it is so difficult to sit with your own pain and not try to harm others to show them how much you are hurting by being passive aggressive or just plain aggressive.

After dinner I went to a tea house down the block, and heard these lyrics over the sound system, “Don’t think about all those things you fear, just be glad to be here.” Except I heard “feel” instead of “fear”, and it hit me harder: “Don’t think about all those things you feel, just be glad to be here.”

I don’t think it’s wise not to ever think about what you feel or what you fear. The body’s signals help us navigate away from what makes us shut down or feel dead toward what makes us feel alive.

But I feel I’m being reminded of subtle skills that my parents could not teach me, one who was aggressive and one who tended to be passive-aggressive to compensate (chicken or the egg?).

I’m meditating on the depths of what communication can and should be. Silence can be the *most* passive-aggressive form of manipulation and control, and god knows I’ve tried it and every other tool in my toolbox to try to get my way, though I tend to be more verbally aggressive than passive.

I think the lesson here is that heart-to-heart communication is the most difficult, time-consuming, and potentially rewarding journey that lovers can commit to. Imagine the ability to love not just with your bodies and your hearts, but also with the flow of your words and the spaces between your words, and the words you use about your lover when they are not around. That would be truly sublime and a real accomplishment.

“All really great lovers are articulate, and verbal seduction is the surest road to actual seduction.” Marya Mannes

So what prevents heart-to-heart communication?

I am reminded of something I asked my ex-boyfriend on our third date, in Miami. He told me he was divorced, and I asked him why, or rather, what did he think ended the relationship. And he told me “communication.”

“Lessons in life are repeated until learned.”

Ok…so if I’m still having relationship issues around communication, clearly the Universe is still trying to tell me something.

I think a failure to communicate comes down to trust:

Not trusting that one can get one’s needs met. This sabotages all communication, because if you start a conversation with that energy of being a victim of limited resources, the other person will sense it emotionally immediately and run from it instinctively in self-protection.

But we all have needs, and we have to have mutually beneficial relationships. I suppose it is important always to assume you are going to get your way, and start EVERY conversation with that confidence. That way you stand in your own power. It really does take courage and imagination to picture getting your way every time, especially when it feels like you’ve been shot down so much in the past, or that someone doesn’t want to listen to you.

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I got a chance to practice this tonight on the way home from hiking barefoot up the Berkeley Hills to see the sunset. On the way back, three skateboarders ripped down the hill next to me. The first one came so close, so fast, he nearly touched my body and ran over my foot. My heart started racing. They stopped at the bottom of the hill, so I decided to call out to them: “Hey, you guys! Hey!”

Once I had their attention, I said, “I totally respect your right to skateboard around here, but your friend came waaay too close to me. I’m not wearing shoes and he almost ran over my foot.”

The friend came over. “You were way too close to me, man. Even if I had my flip flops on that could have really hurt me, it was really scary. I need like *this much* space.”

One of them said, “Well it’s really hard to control how close you come when you go that fast.”

I said, “Yeah, it is, that’s why it’s important.”

“Are you a law student here?”

“No.”

Then one said to me, “Why aren’t you wearing shoes?”

I explained I don’t wear shoes very often, and that I go barefoot for my health, for stronger feet and legs. One of them offered me a fist bump for this.

Then one guy said, “Can I give you a compliment without you getting offended?”

“Compliments don’t offend me,” I offered.

“You have a nice chest.”

This was a rare compliment indeed. I should have advised him that complimenting a woman’s sexual parts right up front won’t get you that far in life, but I let that one go. “Thanks, that’s nice of you to say. See you guys later.”

“Be careful about stepping on rocks and stuff!”

“Thank you,” I smiled, walking away, happy that they might think twice next time before ripping down a hill so close to another person.

This was a small step for me toward better communication, and speaking up when something is not working for me. I definitely felt resistance to saying anything, but I’m glad I did. If not just for the flattery ;-) thanks Universe :-p. Small steps, and practice makes perfect.

Some great communication tips: How Can I Communicate Better?

Preparing to Receive

That which I’m seducing
Stays hidden
For a time
To me
On the perimeter
While God prepares me to receive
Or give

I’m so far away from me
Yet we’ve come so far
What do I desire now?
What do I fear?
What can I love?
Who will receive?
How lucid is this dream?
Less wondering, more knowing.
Stay in the body.
This needs to be an earth-shattering orgasm.

Better Already

Starting over
After three years of wondering what’s next
It’s go time
Make it great time
Recalling lessons learned
Because history repeats
Without vigilance, recording of errors, and deliberate different action
Thankful for friends
And wise lovers
It’s a better start already…

Love Addict

Yesterday
I fell in love with you
All over again
Like I was seeing you for the first time
Drinking in from a distance
The hard lines of your face
The thoughts that must wrestle

Your gentle, dreamy rare smile
That turns up your mouth
Your biceps and warm body against me
As we danced out in the sun
My heart as it broke all over again
At the distance that I had created

Feeling Sorry
My rejection was not of your love
Our love is deep and pure
But a need to shut out the world again
So I could remember who I am, what I do

You set me sailing on this new course
But I had to exhaust what love was not
It was not for disappearing into

Your love draws me in so close
I just never want to leave
Like a junkie I keep coming back
When I should be out doing some good

And your strength to refuse me
Consistently
It hurts
It’s detox
I seethe and I fight it with words that might sting
But I’ll thank you
When I can finally stand with you in my own.