

Black and Gold Honey🍯
There is a subtle silence pulling us home,
Whenever we grow quiet enough to listen,
A gentle calling in us all,
The call to beauty.
As Oaxaca sun sets to ocean,
In days loving gift to night,
I’m drawn, from beyond, from within,
From beginning - to being at once again
As the sacred exhale blisses across the sky,
From azure blue to gold honey, from pink to black,
I sit in surrender - to the call.
Becoming, nothing at all.
With the realms of forms erased,
In ceremony with grace,
I come back into my body,
With a true sense of my place.
My eyes open - in mourning - a salty wet joy,
On the threshold of the endless, i see you in there poised
Toes rooted deep in the wet sand,
I feel the silent echo and i see where it lands.
Adorned in your black and gold honey
To see into your eyes, is to see the stars looking at me
With the eternal light, an empress, shining relentless in form
To answer the call - this is why we’ve been born.
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- a poem written by someone who watched me dance into the sunset off the pacific of Oaxaca Mexico and channeled these words without even knowing me. Haven’t seen them since. Just thought id share the poetry with a photo from one of my first shoots like this with some dear sisters.