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The Tank Top

The Tank Top

I love slipping into my tight little tank top. There’s something about the way it holds me close, its firm embrace around my chest, that makes me feel both contained and alive. The grip is reassuring, grounding, yet it awakens a secret thrill inside me — like being...

Tantric Healing

Tantric Healing

Sexual energy is not merely a force of desire. It is the body’s natural current of vitality, a river of light that flows within us, waiting to be noticed, honored, and guided. When approached with mindfulness, this energy becomes a vehicle for healing, a bridge...

Rigpa: The Unborn Clarity

Rigpa: The Unborn Clarity

There is a word in the Dzogchen tradition of Tibetan Buddhism — Rigpa.It is more than a word; it is a pointing finger, a lantern in the dark, a whisper that says: “Look, here, now.” Rigpa is not something gained.It is not polished, not fabricated, not earned by...

Suspended in Sensation

Suspended in Sensation

I like it. In fact, I love it — deeply, completely. I'm grateful for the sensitivity of my body, the way it responds with such raw honesty to the world around me. The beach is empty. The sun is setting. There's something thrilling about how the wind finds me, curling...

🌿 Zen Story: The Mirror That Wasn’t There 🌿

🌿 Zen Story: The Mirror That Wasn’t There 🌿

In the beginning,
there was nothing.

Then—a mirror appeared.
I gazed,
and mistook the reflection for myself.

I lived among shadows,
confusing echo for essence,
image for truth.

But the mirror,
strange as it was,
besides its unreal display
quietly pointed beyond the glass—
not to itself,
but to the One it tried to reflect.

Then I realized:
the mirror was never real.
Only a dream,
trying to awaken me.

There was nothing to reach for.
Nothing to reach with.

The image was not me.
I am the One being mirrored.

And when I knew this,
the mirror disappeared—
like mist at sunrise.

Loved By The Elements

Loved By The Elements

The sun rests high above me, golden and kind, as I lie stretched out on the warm sand. My skin, wrapped in a bikini, is already kissed bronze by summer’s hands. Around me, voices from happy people, the steady hush of the ocean and the occasional caw of distant...

The Mirror and the Mirage: How Rigpa Appears to Fall into Duality

The Mirror and the Mirage: How Rigpa Appears to Fall into Duality

In the beginning, there is only Rigpa — pure, unbounded awareness, untouched by form, concept, or separation. It is not something that arises or passes away. It does not move, yet it contains all movement. It does not think, yet it knows — instantly, directly, without...

A Return to the Temple

A Return to the Temple

The door clicks shut behind me. The weight of the day still clings to my skin—sweat, city dust, tired tension woven into every pore. My blouse sticks to me like a second, unwelcome skin. My bra feels like armor I no longer wish to wear. Shoes fall off. Clothes drop in...

My SuperNovas: A Love Letter to My Body

My SuperNovas: A Love Letter to My Body

An ode to the stars I carry and the sacred depths they awaken. There are galaxies beneath my skin. They live in the gentle weight of my Nectar Cups—my SuperNovas—twin stars that rise and rest with each breath I take. They are not ornaments, not decorations for someone...

A Sacred Ritual of Worship

A Sacred Ritual of Worship

A Dialogue Between Me and She  A sacred, erotic conversation with my Love Cave — alive with rhythm, pulse, and whispered wisdom.  Me: Are you there, my soft, warm secret? Do you feel how my fingers linger, how my breath changes when I think of you? She (in pulse): I...

Longchenpa and Rigpa

Longchenpa and Rigpa

When I go on retreat for a longer time, something shifts. The noise of daily life fades, and the deeper reality—what Longchenpa calls the natural state—comes more clearly into view. Part of me feels I should stop writing altogether and simply rest in practice, saying...

Be Like A Mountain

Be Like A Mountain

Be Like a Mountain: A Zen Reflection on Stillness, Strength, and Perspective In the quiet teachings of Zen, nature becomes the greatest master. And among the many forms in nature—flowing rivers, bending reeds, falling leaves—it is the mountain that speaks most clearly...

From Body to Being: A Zen Journey Home

From Body to Being: A Zen Journey Home

Begin with the Body, End in Silence: A Zen Journey Inward Before you chase peace, wisdom, enlightenment—or even a better version of yourself—return to the simplest truth: you have a body. You are breathing. You are here. Let your journey begin by grounding in this...

Heaven – A Dream About A Ladder

Heaven – A Dream About A Ladder

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...

What You Search For Is What You Search With

What You Search For Is What You Search With

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...

Surrender to the Infinite

Surrender to the Infinite

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...

Mindfulness: A Journey Into the Heart of Being

Mindfulness: A Journey Into the Heart of Being

In a world that moves at a relentless pace, where distractions are constant and the noise never seems to stop, there exists a quiet, powerful practice — mindfulness. It’s the art of being present, of shedding all the layers that separate us from the truth of who we...

The First Touch of Fire

The First Touch of Fire

I remember the first time with a clarity that still lingers, like the memory of a scent that never quite fades. It wasn’t planned, or even expected. It unfolded slowly, almost dreamlike. I was alone, the door closed, the world quiet. The warm bathwater had already...

RigPa and The Filter Between Me and I

RigPa and The Filter Between Me and I

There was never a moment when Rigpa was not here.
But somewhere along the way, I forgot.

Not with thunder, not with tragedy.
Just a quiet fog settling in—
soft as breath,
blurring the edge of things without ever touching them.

I slipped a filter between myself and myself.
Not between me and the world,
not even between me and others—
but between me and the simple, shining fact of being.

This veil had no color, no fabric, no scent.
It was made of thoughts.
Of names.
Of stories.

“I am this.”
“I am not that.”
“I should be…”
“I once was…”
“I will be when…”

Utterly Free ❤️

Utterly Free ❤️

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...

Love By The Fire Side

Love By The Fire Side

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...

Sun-Kissed and Unbound

Sun-Kissed and Unbound

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...

The Heart of Karma: A Journey Back to Wholeness

The Heart of Karma: A Journey Back to Wholeness

🌿 The Heart of Karma: A Journey Back to Wholeness Karma isn’t here to make you suffer. Karma is here to teach you how NOT to suffer.  It’s here to teach. To wake us up through it. How to find balance. The sweet spot where your heart opens to Infinity and beyond. ...

Awakening in the City

Awakening in the City

The city's pulse feels almost tangible tonight—a low, steady hum weaving through cold metal and glistening glass that catches the neon glow. I find myself standing in this quiet break, a small pocket of stillness in a restless scene. Outside, urban chaos spills over;...

A Source of Deep Sensation

A Source of Deep Sensation

Take a good look and don’t be shy. Like me. I am not shy. Let your eyes linger, drink them in, trace their curves with your gaze as if your touch alone could set them aflame. Take them in and be greedy—just like me. Devour them with your hunger, feel the weight of...

Midnight Zen

Midnight Zen

I wake in the stillness of night, the world draped in darkness and quiet. The air feels heavy, like it’s holding its breath. Everything is suspended in silence, as if the universe itself has paused to listen. Even the stars seem frozen, suspended in a sky so deep it...

The Deepest Truth: Nonduality, Rigpa, and One Love

The Deepest Truth: Nonduality, Rigpa, and One Love

A voice in the wind speaks of timelessness; an infinite silence in existence sings of a reality beyond separation. This is the state of nonduality: the truth beyond concepts-Rigpa. It cannot be grasped by the mind, yet it is always there. It is not far away, yet it is...

Bedroom Fantasies

Bedroom Fantasies

I kneel on our love bed as the golden glow of dusk showers me intimately. Clothes scattered on the floor. The window is wide open, letting in the chill, dense air of night, scented with the ocean’s breath, sneaking in like a lover’s whisper. It dances across my skin,...

Sexuality, Eros, Society and Religion

Sexuality, Eros, Society and Religion

The Evolution and Suppression of Sexuality A Journey Through Time and Desire Sexuality is one of the most profound expressions of human existence - an intimate dance between body, mind, and soul, where love and pleasure intertwine like threads in an ancient tapestry....

Eclipsed in Extacy : Where Fire and Flesh Become One

Eclipsed in Extacy : Where Fire and Flesh Become One

You lie beneath me in our love nest, bare and waiting, your body warm, inviting, every muscle humming with anticipation. The flickering light catches on your skin, casting soft shadows over the planes of your chest, the ridges of your stomach, the hardness of your...

Sipping Confidence: The Story Behind the Mug Shot

Sipping Confidence: The Story Behind the Mug Shot

It wasn’t supposed to happen, but after trying a lot of poses with these mugs, I decided to go natural. I dropped my t-shirt! And it resulted in this great image—bold, playful, and completely unplanned. At first, I was just having fun, experimenting with angles,...

Alleyway Obsession

Alleyway Obsession

The city pulses around us, neon lights flickering, but here, in this dark, hidden alley, I am yours. Your hand grips my wrist, spinning me, pinning me—back against the cold, rough brick. “Look at you,” you murmur, voice thick with hunger. “Out here, like this....

The Edge of Forever

The Edge of Forever

Your breath, molten silk,spills across my throat,whispering hunger into my skin. Fingertips trace constellations,mapping the arch of my back,the swell of my hips,the trembling hush between us. We are wildfire,slow-burning, slow-building,embers igniting,but never...

Waves of Pleasure

Waves of Pleasure

The shoreline shimmers in moonlight,silver waves lapping at my feet,a cool whisper against my heat,but it is your touch that sets me ablaze. Bare beneath the endless sky,I stand before you, trembling,salt-kissed air teasing my skin,nipples hard and aching,...

The Craving

The Craving

I crave him like the air that fills my lungs,A restless hunger that overcomes.My thoughts twist with the heat of his name,A slow-burning fire I cannot tame.His presence lingers, a shadow in my mind,A whisper of touch that is yet to unwind. I ache for him in every...

Edge of Control

Edge of Control

Among the aisles, beneath the lights,We weave through shelves and quiet sights.But there’s a pulse that hums unseen,A secret dance that lies between. He walks beside me, calm and sure,His hand in his pocket, fingers secure.The smallest movement, the slightest...

I Love You

I Love You

<--- START THE VIDEO! You have no idea how much I love you—how fiercely, how endlessly, how beyond words. I long for all of us to merge, to dissolve into Love itself,to dance in unity, worshiping the sacred flame forever. Perhaps you do not yet see—Love is the...

Longchenpa – The Love of My Life

Longchenpa – The Love of My Life

The Sky Beyond the Clouds – A Dzogchen Story A young seeker, Tenzina, wandered through the Himalayas in search of wisdom. She had studied the great texts, chanted mantras, and sat for years in meditation, yet peace eluded her. Her mind remained tangled in thoughts,...

Love Mugs

Love Mugs

Coffee is Served! The Naked Truth About The Love Mugs Celebrate love in its purest form with our exclusive set of Two Love Mugs—designed to bring warmth to your mornings and tenderness to your evenings. These mugs aren't just about holding your favorite brew; they’re...

A Gentle Guide to Meditation

A Gentle Guide to Meditation

Embracing Stillness: A Gentle Guide to Meditation Meditation is often misunderstood as an escape—a way to retreat from life’s chaos. But in truth, meditation is an embrace. It’s about meeting yourself and the world with clarity, compassion, and strength. Through a...

My Online Dating Advice To You

My Online Dating Advice To You

Understanding the Dynamics of Attraction: Men, Women, and Emotional Connection I have received a lot of unsolicited d-pics in my DMs and mail and that is why I want to write a little essay about what generally happens when a woman opens her DM and find erected snakes....

The Heart’s Quiet Path

The Heart’s Quiet Path

The Heart's Quiet Path In the silence of early dawn,the heart opens like a gentle bloom,its petals soft with stillness.Here, in this tender space,the mind slows its restless spinning,releasing its need to know,to grasp what cannot be held. Emptiness is not absence,but...

The Magic Wonder of Silence

The Magic Wonder of Silence

Entangled in formless existence In the stillness before dawn,when the world is wrapped in shadows,and the breath of the earth is soft,I sit.Here, in the quiet, the mind unravels,like leaves falling gently from a tree,returning to the soil without a sound. Thoughts,...

God – And Our Brains

God – And Our Brains

Exploring the Divine Through Developmental Stages of ConsciousnessIn our quest to understand the divine, we often encounter a tapestry of perspectives shaped by the different stages of human consciousness. Each stage offers a unique lens through which we perceive the...

Responsibility or Blame

Responsibility or Blame

The coin of accountability is two-faced: responsibility and blame. When we fail to claim our part, we default to assigning fault, perpetuating a cycle of hurt, division and defensiveness.  Do we acknowledge the emotions that rise within us, like the tides of the...

Secrets Untold Hiding Under My Hoodie

Secrets Untold Hiding Under My Hoodie

Your eyes were portals to the stars,Guiding me through whispers of your soul.The midnight air hummed with possibilities,As you stood before me, mystery in tow. Your skin was alabaster, smooth and unblemished as the night,Reflecting the moon's gentle glow, a canvas...

A short essay on blame and re-blame

A short essay on blame and re-blame

If you have a visual impairment, you can listen to the audio version here:In the depths of our minds, an ancient impulse stirs. Our reptilian brain, forged in the fires of survival on thesavannahs, remains an integral part of us. This primal force was once a...

The Thrill Of Secrets Yet To Be Revealed

The Thrill Of Secrets Yet To Be Revealed

You wrapped yourself in mystery, like a tantalizing treat, beneath my hood. A secret keeper, concealing treasures sweet,As waves caressed your skin, and whispers played hide-and-seek.Moonlight traced silver ribbons down your spine,As the ocean hummed its midnight...

Here I am

Here I am

The whispers of the past echo through the corridors of my mind, beckoning me to revisit the photographs that chronicle my metamorphosis from an unknown entity to an often used model. The transformation is nothing short of miraculous, a testament to the indomitable...

Being FREE!

Being FREE!

This is an article not meant for everyone. Only a few will grasp the essence of my words and understand the depth of my experience. Most events can be captured by words, but occasionally, we encounter moments so profound that language becomes inadequate. They can be...

The Bitter Reality of Social Media: From Joy to Nightmare

The Bitter Reality of Social Media: From Joy to Nightmare

In the age of social media, the allure of sharing our lives with the world can often seem irresistible. It's a realm where connections are forged with a click, and dreams can seemingly come true overnight. But what happens when the dream turns into a haunting...

The Art Of Connection

The Art Of Connection

For the longest time, I thought I had some defect. I was the person who watched everyone high-flying float from one conversation to another effortlessly, making small talk, laughing, and fitting in; then I'd ask: why doesn't that come naturally to me? Why do I always...

Diving in Fiji

Diving in Fiji

Exploring the depths of a coral reef is like stepping into another world—a world of vibrant colors, mesmerizing movements, and profound tranquility. As I descend beneath the surface, leaving the chaos of the land behind, a sense of calm washes over me, enveloping me...

Me – A Shy Woman in the Spot Light

Me – A Shy Woman in the Spot Light

Smile! You are on Camera! As a shy woman, the idea of smiling to the camera used to fill me with an overwhelming sense of dread. The thought of being the center of attention, with all eyes focused on me, sent shivers down my spine. Yet, here I am, standing in front of...

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