Jacob’s Ladder: A Dream in Symbols Jacob was dreaming. And a dream is never about what it seems. In dreams, things don’t mean what they are— they mean what they point to. So when Jacob saw a ladder reaching from earth to heaven, he wasn’t looking at a real...
True lovemaking is not merely a physical act—it is a sacred exchange of energy, a meeting of souls in their most open and vulnerable state. To make love in a way she will never forget, you must go beyond performance and into presence—beyond desire and into devotion....
"Mountain air hits different 🏔️❄️(•)(•) didn’t stand a chance 😅Chilly, cheeky, and 100% worth the view."When the Wind Worships You Up here… the air doesn’t just kiss you…It takes you. Thin. Bold.Like a breath just before a mouth meets yours. I wore a bikini… and...
The Mirror Is Already Clear A Zen Reflection on Seeking, Awareness, and the Home We Never Left “What you search for is what you search with.” These words fall softly, like a single drop of water into a still pond —and yet they ripple through the whole mind. We seek...
Before time turned in circles, before the stars were sung into being, before form had meaning—we were one. Not two hearts, but one pulse.Not two bodies, but one breath.Not even lovers, for love implies separation.We were a single flame, dancing in the stillness of all...
The mountain breathes beneath me, slow and ancient, as if it dreams me into being. The world slips into fire. The sky cracks open above me, bleeding molten rivers of red, gold, and aching violet.Each color spills into the air, thick and heavy, seeping into my skin, my...
The Deepest Freedom: Resting in Rigpa In a world entangled in striving, identity, and the momentum of memory, the word freedom often points outward—to the removal of obstacles, the end of oppression, or the space to live as we choose. But in the heart of Dzogchen, the...
The forest seemed to hush around us, the fire’s glow flickering softer now, as if the world itself held its breath, giving us this sacred, infinite moment. I rested against him, my skin still singing, every nerve attuned to the aftershocks that rippled through me like...
The Beauty of sensuality: A Tantric Approach to Healing In an age where instant gratification and quick fixes often dominate our cultural understanding of sexuality, we are often left seeking more — more connection, more intimacy, more meaning. Too many people turn to...
The city lies in a hush, wrapped in the deep exhale of night turning to morning. The streets are empty, holding their breath as if awaiting something sacred. Above, the sky is painted in a slow gradient of gold, the first rays of sunlight spilling between the...