Rooted in Wilderness

The Heart of Devotion

Book me for Writings

The Cosmic Web of Words,

i write with bare feet untamed ground.

Each poem and text is a path through inner wilderness. SPIRIT undressed.

I don't just write - i return to myself, word by word, breath by breath.

Poetry & writing for me, is not just language.

It’s a way of being.

It’s where silence finds shape.

Where I meet the wild edges of who I am,

and invite others to meet themselves too.

Here, in the space between words and wonder,

I give myself permission—to feel, to explore, to break open, to rebuild.

Each poem begins as a whisper from somewhere deep.

Unfiltered. Untamed. Unapologetically alive.

This is my offering.

A place where art is not only a product but a presence.

Where poems aren't polished performances but living invitations—

to connect, to reflect, to be moved.

Welcome to my wild place.

Browse. Breathe.

If a poem speaks to you, it is yours to carry.

I’m also a creative writer, currently crafting soulful newsletters and online content for international spiritual teachers, healers, and influencers.

Writing is not just my passion—it’s the way I share the wisdom of ancient traditions through modern language.

If you’re looking for heartfelt words for your website, social media, or sacred offerings—I’d be honored to write for you.

Feel free to reach out anytime. Let’s bring your message to life with depth, clarity, and soul.

Beside of Poems.....i currently writing on my first book, its a slow and intimate process...

Would you like me to help you build the rest of your website language—like an About page, poem shop intro, or even packaging ideas?

Creative Copywriting for Your Brand or Business

You need words that connect, inspire, and resonate with your audience?
I also offer custom writing for:

Newsletters
Social media captions
Website content & brand storytelling

Thoughtful, poetic, and authentic writing that reflects your voice and values.

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About

I’m a poet? Maybe more spirit unfolding.

But more than that—I’m a seeker, a listener, a translator of the unsaid.

Writing is how I stay in conversation with my soul.

My poems & writings are not polished for perfection—they are alive, breathing, changing.

They begin in silence, grow through emotion, meditation, and arrive in rhythm. Mostly through rhythm of nature.

This space is where I meet myself and invite you to do the same.

Here, I offer you my inner world—raw, tender, and wild.

If my words find a home in your heart, then we’ve already met.

Poems to Hold and Be Held By

These poems come from a deep, wild place.

They are fragments of soul, captured in language.

Each one is written not just to be read—but to be felt, to be known.

Whether you’re searching for words to mark a moment,

to gift someone you love,

or simply to bring more presence into your own space—

these pieces are here for you.

I don’t believe in mass-produced art.

Each offering here is crafted with intention.

To be held in your hands, or in your heart.

To return to like a ritual. To carry you through.

To remind you you’re never alone in what you feel.

Shape shifter

Whispers of the Shapeshifter

I arrive in the hush between heartbeats,

Woven from wind and undone names.

A ripple in the ritual, a breath that burns..

I am the art of becoming, without blame.

Mirror-born and moon-fed,

I dance where the old roads crack.

Truth is a costume I shed with a smile,

Time curls behind me, never looking back.

Devoted not to order, but to motion,

I wear the world like a dream half-spoken.

Interrupt the norm? No...

I rewrite the token.

A Portal for the Muse

The mountain breathes,

and in its breath,

she moves,

not seen,

but felt.

A flicker in fog,

a pulse in pine,

a whisper

beneath your skin.

You don’t find her,

you remember

how to listen.

If you are reading this,

then the mountain has already begun to call you.

Go.

Leave the noise behind,

the world will try to follow,

but it cannot climb

where you are going.

There, among ancient stone and sky-wide silence,

you will remember:

the muse is not a thing to chase.

She is a presence

that lives in stillness,

in the hush between your thoughts.

Walk until the wind speaks in riddles.

Sit until the trees begin to answer.

Listen, not for words,

but for what rises in their absence.

She will come.

Not to show you the path,

but to remind you

that you have always known the way.

With breath and wild wonder,

...A Fellow Wanderer

The Quiet Places

Go to the quiet places,

where trees stand like prayers,

and rivers speak in silence.

There, the earth teaches without words.

Sit upon the stone

and feel the weight of stillness.

Let the wind pass through you,

as it does the grass,

without resistance, without name.

Do not seek to silence your thoughts,

but let them settle,

like dust in a beam of light.

For in the hush of the forest,

and the rhythm of your breath,

you will remember

that you are not apart from the world,

you are the world,

beholding itself in peace.

Scripture of the Eternal Union

For the Seekers of Divine Balance

1. In the Beginning was Silence.
From the Great Womb of Stillness, the Breath of One arose,
and it was Two.
The Flame split not in conflict, but in longing,
the longing to know Itself.
Thus were born the Beloveds:
the She Who Is Moonlight, and the He Who Is Flame.

2. The Divine Feminine Spoke in Whispers of

Water:
"I am the Mystery behind all veils,
the soft pull of the tide within your blood.
I am the mother of becoming,
the cave where seeds dream.
You know me in the ache of beauty,
and in the song of the wind across your soul."

3. The Divine Masculine Roared with the

Voice of Stone:
"I am the Sword of Presence,
the Still Mountain beneath your changing skies.
I guard the sacred, I build the bridge.
I am the fire that moves you forward,
and the truth that stands when all else

falls away."

4. They Beheld One Another and Remembered.
Not as separate, but as one breath split in two rhythms,
two rivers flowing back to Source.
She bowed not in submission, but in recognition.
He rose not in dominance, but in devotion.
And in their gaze,
the Universe bloomed.

5. O Seeker, Hear This:
The path is not to ascend only skyward,
nor to descend only into root and earth.
The path is the spiral,
where the serpent and the eagle dance.
Where love is not owned, but embodied.
Where your soul becomes a chalice for the

marriage of stars.

6. When the Divine Feminine and Masculine

Unite in You,
you will no longer seek in others
what you have denied in yourself.
You will become a living temple,
your body a scripture,
your breath a hymn.

7. Then Shall You Know the Great Secret:
That Love is not a hunger, but a remembering.
That Wholeness is not perfection,
but union with all that you are,
light and shadow, sun and womb,
blade and blossom.

8. Walk the Way of the Sacred Two.
Let her waters soften your edges.
Let his fire strengthen your spine.
Let her receive. Let him protect.
Let her rise. Let him kneel.
And let them dance, endlessly,
within the sanctum of your soul.

9. Blessed Are You, O Seeker of Union.
For you are the altar.
You are the priest and the priestess.
You are the vow, the witness, and the fulfillment.
May your inner marriage awaken the world.
May your love be the bridge between heaven

and earth.

10. So It Was, So It Is, So It Shall Ever Be.
In the name of the Holy Two, who are ever One,
this scripture is sealed.
Not with stone, but with breath.
Not with law, but with Love.

🜃 🜂 🜁 🜄
Aho. Amen. Shalom. Shakti. Namaste.