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    Hoopnotica came down from Los Angeles to teach at Dance Jam and the same weekend, I broke my toe. Regardless, Dancing within the hoop is a profound meditation. It's an art to stay in your center while the chaos of the world swirls around you. Click on the Belly Button for more pix.

Naked Truth

don't be fooled by this glimmering gown
where you see beauty, intelligence, desire
that is only my convincing costume
but if you strip the personality down
off my shoulders, over my hips,
you may behold my naked nature,
obvious but hidden, I'm absolute bliss.
--Kamala Devi

Up-Close

Her eyelids
Look like lips
Her lashes like invitations
Extending out to be kissed
But not too brief,
Her stare is constant
Penetrating
While my longing
Limitless

--Kamala Devi

My Darling

Anticipation Escalating
from the base of my  heels
crisscrossing my ankles,
calves, knees, thighs
up my bare back
One pearl at a time
'Till I meet you in my mind

--Kamala Devi

Did I hurt you?

I didn't mean to sink my freshly manicured acrylics into your jugular.
Perhaps next time you'll exercise a little more impulse control.
Keep your hands off my ass, I'll keep my nails out of your neck.
Are we agreed?
--Kamala Devi

Care-less

I sit before the absolute
and sense
she doesn't give a shit
how I live or die.
God simply is.
Ultimate choice is up to me
And instead of activating an existential crisis,
I flood
with overwhelming compassion
for the atheist.
--Kamala Devi

Enlightenment Is

Today, I took eating contemplation at a local café down the street.
Some punk kid with spiked hair saw me sitting alone and smirked.
Instead of averting my eyes, as would've been my stock response,
I looked back and really saw...
This is the work:
Being open to see...
The temple that the mind interprets as a café,
the buddha that the ego thinks is a threat,
The penetrating glimpse of God that almost went unnoticed.
-- Kamala Devi

Poetry spilling forth

like melody after a symphonic repose

Do I play the flute, or does the flute play me?
Can I be the servant to these sounds
which deliver me to supreme liberation?

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Who is Typing

Words plucked from the river of collective consciousness and plopped down on
the page to dry, lest they float by, to  be fished out by some downstream
poet, on some other clear day.

--Kamala Devi

suchness

there's no desire in the dance
it's moving, feeling, flowing into space
and suchness
there's nothing to want
each pregnent moemnt rolls forward offering fullness
deliviering breath after breath and with each
the birth of possibility, forgiveness, and direct experience

--Kamala Devi

Free Falling

There's a place I know
Not far from here
where if you listen,
really listen
a little peice of earth cracks open
revealing heaven
and if you sit still enough
you just may slip through this crack,
falling upward into grace.
--Kamala Devi

Pleasure...

Seeking more pleasure.
Surging towards an end which does not exist.
And in the swirling rise and fall,
should you ride a crest so high it's confused for a climax,
Know there is no such pinnacle.
Only the starting point of another wave...
rushing towards more

pleasure.
10/26/05 Kamala Devi