Category Archives: Meditation

I Am: Windchime Meditation

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I am sad
I am a whore.
I am devastated.
I am a virginal maiden.
I am an unabashed innocent.
I am a joy bringer and love maker.
I am happy to be happy and happiness itself.
I am sad.

Breath like the morning breeze cleans my fractured temple.
Windchime holds my heart’s attention
I breathe.

[Photo credit]

Sexually Intimate and Spiritual Meditation

A sexually intimate and spiritual meditation.

Drop off shame.
Enjoy the deep passionate connection between you and your lover.

If you know someone who deals with sexual anxiety, this file may be especially helpful.

As I continue to develop meditation files for clients, I’ll share some here. This is the unedited “first draft” of this file. 🙂


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Tasting the air in bliss
focused inwardly
yet still
the elements touch me
sculpting new design
for You.

Breath lives.
Deep flow of peace.
Tension falls away.
Strength makes sounds
of life as breath
gives voice to
truth it moves.

Surfeit of heart raptures
made steady
in tandem breath.
Flow of peace blended
with Master’s raze.
Power that destroys
and brings new life
like a hurricane
followed by spring rain
and quiet breeze.

Fucked wide open.
Every hole fed by
Dominant force
and goodness.
Every hole filled by
and even love.

Service Master’s dark pleasure.
Calm His roaring heat
and needy inner space
with open wide heart
and open wide cunt.
His darkness released and
devoured by
my submission.
My shadow safe in His
shelter and anxious
mind warps dominated
to peaceful still ‘yes Sir’.

Darkness brought into light.


Sacred Communion

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I was meditating and caught up in a place of largeness and exquisite love. Everything was sensation and sense, touch and motion, breath and light. It was like being lost in the sensations of lovemaking, feeling, touching, knowing my lover as he knows me. It was loving with my whole being and being loved back as deeply and wholeheartedly.

It was beyond sexual and not like a mythic romantic thought bubble, but like a sensual cloud of knowing and receiving and loving. This poem arose from that place.


I see your face
in the corners of my heart.
Your velvet touch
and warm embrace;
never depart.

Enraptured by eyes that know,
I see the universe
and majesty on display.

The living death, my life as breath
encased in love’s safe hold.

The living know, my love as life
encased in sacred bold.

In this moment we ascend
the holy hill in union.
In this moment we are breath,
sacred communion.

Artist Unknown. I first saw this painting at