I am asking myself this question often in these fleeting moments that are catapulting us towards and away from... simply being NOWhere, how shall I dream this new dawn?
As we lay, still in the darkest hours of this dreaming night awaiting the return of the sun, is it a fated destiny this story is reading it's way through, or are we co-authoring this epic awakening.
My inner owl pierces this dark illusion, wisely waking Innana within: this Imagination says I am a daring dreamer, a grand t... read more

Fresh from a dream as it would seem...
Ragas binding me and blinding me into their spell of old world secrets
a distant murmur of Pujas, an aromatic gust of my guts spilling before the altar of choice
my dance, so wild in abandon, trancing with directness, became one of form and figure, reviving temple walls, imbibing in my devotional calls

A sudden part from Her blue embrace, Ganga Ma's distant fog in Peacock's wild chase
I find myself here, Out of this sweat lodge, feeling near, ye... read more

As the dragon in the blazing evening sky merges with the ephemeral waves from whence it came and continues to shape shift until it falls from it's heavenly perch to nourish the sandy grass to a hue of green never known to these eyes, so stark angainst this true hugh of blue. Mongolia is like nowhere on Earth, unique in it's vast wildness, rolling open steppes of grass and grazing livestock, it's nomadic culture untamed by centuries of the loss of soveirnty, it's people still holding the ene... read more