July 7, 2013 § Leave a Comment
We’ve all heard that practicing yoga is good for our health. We need more breathing, more stretching, more strengthening the body and more opening of the heart and mind. Yet it’s still difficult to get our bodies to the yoga mat or class. Maybe these words can help.
June 1, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Pink Pink Pink Pink « Read the rest of this entry »
April 2, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Hey, there! Welcome, fellow traveler, from wherever you may hail, pleased to meet you here in this Rest area on the Information Thruway called This Kinky Mind.
* Have you ever wanted to be a better lover?
* Are you looking for an article to send to your lover under the auspices of “Look at this hilarious post I found”?
* Are you pretty sure you are a super awesome lover already and just want to double-check?
Great! Here we go. Based on years of study and research I am thrilled to present This Kinky Mind’s Guide to Being a Better Lover. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 4, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Where were you when the world ended and a cosmic portal was supposedly opened, December 21, 2012? New Yorker, Margarita Manwelyan was outside, meditating, in Times Square, of course.
From her work with the Occupy Wall Street Meditation group, to her Dharma Punk blog quest with the Interdependence Project, Margarita is on a relaxed, high-smiling quest to bring yoga to the people and consciousness to revolution.
January 13, 2013 § 1 Comment
Reality is a paradox
And I’m gonna spank that naughty paradox
Until she’s tender, open and coyly crying for mercy.
Then I’ll make timeless love to the paradox
Growling in his ear, writhing beneath him
Scraping my nails against his impermeable skin.
I’m gonna make that reticent paradox
Beg to let him come for me
And in our interdependent co-arising orgasm
I will impregnate the paradox
With dreams of fire and universal consciousness.
And when we are lying there spent
Sweat evaporating into the cool night air
No words need be spoken
No thoughts need be followed
I’ll know I love that kinky fucker paradox
And, by all that is holy and all that is profane,
I’ll know that the paradox loves me back.
December 22, 2012 § Leave a Comment
“One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.” – Carl Jung
I am crawling along the shore
The sand is scraping the skin on my knees
Growls reverberate inside my scull and ribcage,
Animal sounds made by animal being.
Consciousness, a haughty illusion,
She shows me a tall drink of cool water one day
And a steaming pile of shit the next.
None of it real. Nothing substantial.
No hope for the lost. No rest. No ground.
Falling, clutching at crinkly brown vines
I descend, lower, and lower. Down.
It’s dark here and the mirage twinkles
Far away overhead.
No use in struggling, in praying for release
Laying aside each seductive storyline
Unwrapping the strands I lay them out on the ground.
They disappear, empty.
Each fervent wish, dream of years, eons
Each idea, each torment, slips silkily into nothing.
Trembling with shame and lust
I am writhing on the shore of this vast ocean.
The salty air fills my nostrils and
My screams mingle with the sounds
Of the waves crashing ashore.
These very old friends,
The water, the sand,
The moon, the night sky, and I.
November 26, 2012 § Leave a Comment
It’s a windy October Wednesday afternoon and I am heading down to Liberty Plaza to meditate at the Occupation of Wall St. My heart is bruised, raw… I feel an ache in the center of my chest, a lump in the back of my throat that I can’t swallow away. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts. The one I loved and trusted has kicked me to the curb. There were words.
“This is not working for me, and please don’t take it personally.”
Ouch. This silly heart, she breaks so easily. I should be used to it. How many times have I nursed this frivolous risk-taker of a heart this year? Four times? Five? « Read the rest of this entry »