Category Archives: Personal

Statements of Love and Desire

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Valentine’s Day this year was full of tenderness, mutual affection and kindness. We made dinner in the relaxed environment of home, talked philosophy, played with our furry children and each other. I gave him a collage Valentine made special for him. I share this to inspire, not to brag. I love ritual and at heart the day is meant to be a celebration of romantic love. Romantic love historically was a radical idea in the 18-19th century. It meant lovers united out of a mutual desire for one another rather than for obligatory reproduction and social status. I hope my friends and family enjoyed love of self or the ones close to them. Perhaps the ritual celebration has lost meaning for some, becoming more of a materialistic obligation, however I find it important to show those who have lost their way what love is really about. I encourage all of you to show the world what it means to create meaning in your life and in love. Love to all of you!

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Quotes I love…

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“I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.”
— Anaïs Nin

“…I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.”
— Anaïs Nin (Henry & June)

Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror. ~Rabindranath Tagore

A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Truth be told even if you are in the most ideal love, the most connected, honest, truth filled love it is still hard and can hurt, when you love someone…whether it be family, friend or romantic there is always as humans a fear of loss. This is why so many shut themselves off to love or limit to a great degree who they will love. We can find ways to deal with our fear but it is still there…you never know what could happen tomorrow and in that uncertainty we want to hold on tight to whatever or whomever we love. Love is challenging, however in my humble opinion worth all the heart ache. It takes courage to love and that is just the plain truth of the matter. ~Bonnie Currie

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
~Kahlil Gibran

Anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old.
~Franz Kafka

“I became aware of the world’s tenderness, the profound beneficence of all that surrounded me, the blissful bond between me and all of creation, and I realized that the joy I sought in you was not only secreted within you, but breathed around me everywhere, in the speeding street sounds, in the hem of a comically lifted skirt, in the metallic yet tender drone of the wind, in the autumn clouds bloated with rain. I realized that the world does not represent a struggle at all, or a predaceous sequence of chance events, but the shimmering bliss, beneficent trepidation, a gift bestowed upon us and unappreciated.”
— Vladimir Nabokov

“And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of a Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lighting! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!” -Lord of the Rings

The Beauty of Things

To feel and speak the astonishing beauty of things—earth, stone and water,
Beast, man and woman, sun, moon and stars—
The blood-shot beauty of human nature, its thoughts, frenzies and passions,
And unhuman nature its towering reality—
For man’s half dream; man, you might say, is nature dreaming, but rock
And water and sky are constant—to feel
Greatly, and understand greatly, and express greatly, the natural
Beauty, is the sole business of poetry.
The rest’s diversion: those holy or noble sentiments, the intricate ideas,
The love, lust, longing: reasons, but not the reason.

–Robinson Jeffers

Heaven is what I have been seeking all along and through the density of confused and demoniac flesh of my life – heaven! Alas for him who has not yet understood that! The first time I saw a woman’s depilated armpit I was seeking heaven. When with my crutch I stirred the putrefied and worm-eaten mass of my dead hedgehog, it was heaven I was seeking. And what is heaven? Where is to be found? Heaven is to be found, neither above nor below, neither to the right nor to the left, heaven is to be found exactly in the centre of the bosom of the man who has faith! At this moment I do not yet have faith, and I fear I shall die without heaven. -Dali

“Ay!” he said. “You’re right. It’s that really. It’s that all the way through. I knew it with men. I had to be in touch with them, physically, and not go back on it. I had to be bodily aware of them and a bit tender to them. even if I put ’em through hell. It’s a question of awareness, as Buddha said. But even he fought shy of bodily awareness, and that natural physical tenderness which is the best , even between men; in a proper manly way. Makes ’em really manly, not so monkeyish. Ay! it’s tenderness, really; it’s cunt-awareness. Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it is touch we’re afraid of. We’re only half-conscious, and half alive. We’ve got to come alive and aware….It’s our crying need.”
-D.H.Lawrence “Lady Chatterley’s Lover”

“Speak what you think now in hard words, and tomorrow speak what tomorrow thinks in hard words again, though it contradict every thing you said to-day. ‘Ah, so you shall be sure to be misunderstood.’ Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood!”
-r.w. emerson

Sacred Creator of Life

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Vintage Phono Record Carrying Case, Different Views of Oceanic Collage/ Mix Media work covering the box
I used symbolic/ art imagery mixed with actual ocean images as well as real shells, mother of pearl, fresh water pearls and coral.  Other materials include 24kt gold leaf paint, mirrors and more.  I want the overall effect to express something sacred in the physical world of nature. In a sense it as much an altar to the ocean as it is a box.

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Sublime Divinity

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Sublime Divinity                                                                    
awe inspiring
horrorfying, yet
compelling and destructive

the pleasure of relief
dark uncertainty
intense pleasure
blissful excitement

loss of form
boundless
limitless
vast and terrible

Beyond all beauty
mingled with despair
noble ruin
found in excess.

By: Bonnie Currie

Fort of Protection

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This post is dedicated to the image of the Supreme Mother of the Universe.  I have added a chant to listen to while looking at the image so you may have a more full experience of this divine force of the cosmos.  She offers a sense of protection to those who believe in her.  She is a fortress against the evils of the world as well as a warrior who will destroy all those who wish to bring harm to the innocent.  In times of  suffering think of her to offer your mind and heart a sense of relief.

 

Strangers in Paradise

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Strangers in Paradise                                                                                                
Caught between virtue and vice
Sacred  Profane
Strangers intertwine
Walking the edge
Wandering when all the madness
Will come to ahead
Strangers in Paradise
Will they ever realize…
This is their chance to dream,
To sing their fantasies into life
To understand their love is not a crime
Yet they fear what they could be near
A land of silk and honey
A chance to leave behind nightmares and schemes
A chance to make all they have ever wanted a reality
Beautiful Losers
Elegant Waste
Longing for the ache in their chests to be put to rest
Lonely and Lost till freed by Love’s golden arrows
Unable to breathe till their gaze’s see…
Shooting stars and nebulae explode
In the eyes they long to behold
To embrace each other and cry out
Cry out for the chance to know true romance
To glance at a chance to be fancy free
To unite in dreams and fantasies
A union of powerful hearts that beat
Beating, Beating, Beating
Dreaming Beating heart’s desires
Firey desires, glittering dreams
The cellar door of their hearts swing

My lover, companion and friend
Look upon me with the eyes of hot consent
Speak me with desire and love
Tell me all that you want
And I will do the same
Reveal to you what these eyes try to say
To blend, to merge becoming one
Live the moment
A spiritual bodily awakening
Feel free in another’s arms
Feel our bodies hot and holy
Embodied love, energies align
Totally present to our hearts, souls, and minds
Sweet love when I gaze into your eyes the cosmos spins
Mystery unfolds to know all that is untold
To leave behind the veil of separateness
Bringing together the glorious force of masculine and feminine
Love that grows out and in, in and out
From me to you, you to me
Till me and you become we
We We We
It must come to be

The deeper and deeper we go
With our hearts we come to know sanctuary
We come to find romance is alive
It lives and gives the more we open to Love’s poetry
The more we move to the rhythms,
The dance of romance
Let yourself go wild inside me
I will let myself sway like a feather caught in the wind
With the release of our powers
We will grow like two flowers
We will dance and play like a bee on the most choice bud
And you will feel my pollen release like a flood.

By: Bonnie Currie

Sacred Beauty

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How do I put into words what you mean to me?                                                                     
How does one tell of emotions better understood
Through the caress of bodies in motion
Passion fired by mutual desire
Passion unbounded, with the ability to fly high or dig deep
Yet I will attempt to share these romantic sentiments
To do justice to our love and feed you every compliment
You my dear so richly deserve

You, my love, connect to the depths of my soul
Reaching in you come to know
Blues baby your voice unhinges the logic of my mind
It has the power to free this heart of mine
You challenge while empowering me
Arousing excitement
Take me down, take me underground
Then lift me to the heights of beauty unparalleled
Show me all the light of your expanding, wondering soul
The darkness of your uninhibited desire
I want it lover, I need you to help me discover
The sensuality that lies beneath these veils and masks
Adventuring within forbidden territories banded by parental authorities
Walk the edge of the present moment with me

Your perception becoming fully aware you will perceive its arrival
Thriving on what is to be and bending it slightly to fit your fancy
Yet this slight of hand is not a scheme
Only a magical manipulation to give form to your dreams
The waters of our birth go deep
Giving the appearance of unfathomable darkness
Similar to the deeper regions of the ocean
One may find elements that glitter and alight to the point of luminescence

The rhythm of your soul informs one of regions unknown
Rhythms expressed through captivating movements
That entice the heart and tempt the mind
The alchemy you create is a wonder
It spells danger to the uncourageous and weak
Those who have lost their love and lust for life
To those who truly live it is a blessing to be enchanted by you
In every moment you spin
To be caught in the delicate, yet strong web you weave is a journey of bliss and ecstasy
This web of abandonment where one may be whisked away to a land of timeless existence

Oh my love, may I gaze upon your beauty divine
Absorbing the very essence of it
Lingering on each delicate curve
Allowing myself to become vulnerable to the seduction your form signals
Falling prey to your whim
Sacred beauty there is a danger in this allowance because it defies all logic and signals death
Yet it infuses life with such rich meaning I find myself throwing caution to the wind
Weave me into your web, practice your magic and heal this wounded healer
I will gladly climb your ladder to fire
Seeking to know all that is within you and all that is about you

Turn your cheek to me, unveiling the truth held within the depths of your soul
Arouse me with your brilliance and together, in this moment of transformation
We shall reclaim the glory of love and passion
Let this moment be witnessed in all its resplendence
Enlightening all who see, thus engaging every human faculty
To know…unlocking the gates to all shades of sensation
In the presence of this mysterious love there is an unshackling of chains
The walls of indoctrination fall and reason dies
In this moment the established order is reversed
And even though your eyes are telling of such disorder
They also express promise of a loyal and trustworthy source
Between us there is not only an exploration of body and soul
There is a passionate union of intellectual intercourse

Even in disagreement our minds become illuminated
The crystal becomes clearer and the edges of each crack sharper
Between accord and discord we dance, creating sparks and resonances
Supporting the process of our transformation
It is a world electrified by lumonisty
There is a blending of the sacred and profane
A harmony is struck between the seams
Though the landscape of this love is inward, the visceral reality is never diminished
Carefully attending the finest points of carnality, the sensitivity of emotional life
You convey an intelligent understanding of the inner depths of mystical experience
You are clever, like a fox
Yet in the same moment able to express a youthful innocence
Startling to all struck by its rapture

Your touch is electric, within each fingertip is enough power to melt the most rock solid body
And though this gives one the feeling of floating, it also has an undeniable earthiness
Charmed and happily so to be loosened by your power
Undressed as both object and subject you know my nudity and gaze upon it
Surrendering to your gaze, as you have to mine
Your knowledge is evident, while still conveying a certain purity
Sing your siren call of transformation, all will listen and be captured
Drunk they will swim with joy in your haunting melodies
We will feed them on the sweetness of blue flowers
Leaving the impression of something delicious and supple
While receiving all we have envisioned in dreams
Do not lose sight, even in your suffering
For these experiences will only augment the duende of your song
You will rise up singing and spread your wings
More beautiful and powerful than before
Those who have faltered will repent
Those who have always respected will be captivated with awe
Holy, sacred beauty you will invite all to dance and sing
Beyond imagined boundaries once considered reality.

By: Bonnie Currie

Moon-child

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When your eyes open…and look upon me…
I bathe in their incandescence
Within you is something so ingenious
So mysterious
You explore questions with great curiosity, openness and intelligence
I ask you, “Where does all life come from?”
You reach deep down inside to the depths of your own philosophical truth
Spilling your inner awareness to alight upon me
So I may assimilate itself to my truth
Bringing together a much fuller picture of the answer

I find myself trying to reach within your depths
To explore the darkness and light of your evolving soul
Within you I find something mystic
At times when I look in your eyes I see an overcast to their brilliance
Your spirit is cryptic…arcane
With an earthy, sensuality
I can feel the carnality within…it calls to me
Your darkness connects to mine, along with your light
Pleasure becoming interconnected with pain
Together we break the limitations of our beings
Helping one another to build up strength.

By: Bonnie Currie