1391464_603391929696968_213451717_nA friend recently gave me a copy of Mary Oliver’s poetry called Dream Work…

It is quite simply a gorgeous book and I had to share a poem here….because….Poetry is always sensual, tantric and healing. Poetry uses words to paint pictures, to tease our senses and to open our hearts. It teaches us to reflect on our lives and to notice the details in our experiences. A good poet with their exsquisite use of words, can pierce your heart on levels you never knew existed. Perhaps didn’t even know you were feeling. All at once it can make you pause and take notice of life happening right before you.

This is truly the intention of Sensual Tantric Healing, to inspire and to reveal. To slow down enough to smell the roses, to walk in the sunlight, to taste the food we eat, the friends we laugh with, to marvel at this amazing existence. And in our most sensual places we find sensitivity and feeling. We find grace. In the inner thigh, in the back of the knees, in the slow way we take a breath, in the way our lover’s hair trickles over our cheek, in the colors in the sky at sunset, in the way a great piece of lingerie feels seductive and exciting to wear and to look at. Life is sensual tantric healing…..so enjoy this poem and feel good about reflecting on it…read it a few times, let it sink in. Read it out loud. Read it to someone near you, read it into your iphone recorder and play it back to listen to your own voice. Mary Oliver is gifted in that, she speaks to the soul of humanity….in the end, we all speak the same language of soul.

WILD GEESE     By: Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

Click here to order a copy of her poems….

Blessings to all ways that you walk your path…..:)