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Thank you for spending some time with me! I hope you find something here that brings you Joy, comforts your heart, inspires your soul, or stimulates your mind.

I am a Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.

For me, this is the beginning of an adventure to pursue my passion for writing, harness my voice and develop my skills, and share some beauty with the world. Walk with me a moment or two, and hear the Words Dancing on the Wind.

I Am The Light



Are you the guy who’ll ghost me next?

Why are guys one person by text

And someone else completely

When you meet in the flesh

Whereas I am still the same

I don’t go through

A drastic personality change

Between the text “See you there!”

And the moment our eyes connect

Why do guys do this?

It’s really confusing and painful

To be the recipient

Of a thousand false meetings

This dating scene

Is exhausting

Though I must confess

I’m always too excited to meet

The guy who is going to ghost me next


What balm is there

for a wounded spirit

When the magnitude

Of the wrongness of one’s thinking

Leads to stunning humiliation

Tingles of pleasure

give way to tears of rejection

What is so wrong with me

That my worth is discounted

On sight

Fever Dreams

Stubbled beard on inner thighs

In fevered dreams I moan and sigh

Your fingers trace across my skin

Though you’re not here, you’re only in

My lust-filled mind imagining

The taste of you tasting me

My body heated trembling

As fingers play where you had been

In the dream from which I’ve awakened

Wishing you were there again

I close my eyes to look into yours

My ears strain to hear your words

Written to me before I slept

The tingling feelings that have kept

Me up so late with thoughts of you

Between dreams and imaginings

I’m aching to know if you kiss

The way that I imagine you do

~ aurora winddancer

September 22, 2020


Are my standards too high
Can you rise to the occasion with me
Will you stretch for the prize
Or complain I’m out of reach

I know what I want
I know what I deserve
I know what I need
And I know well my worth

My heart is not discounted
There’s no bargain for my touch
My love is not on sale
And I don’t settle for less

I know my kiss is priceless
My affections worth more than gold
This woman is top shelf quality
Don’t ask me to lower my standards

~ aurora winddancer

Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Justice Incarnated

When great trees fall
rocks on distant hills shudder
lions hunker down
in tall grasses
and even elephants
lumber after safety

When great trees fall
in forests
small things recoil into silence
their senses
eroded beyond fear

When great souls die
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile
We breathe, briefly
Our eyes, briefly
see with
a hurtful clarity
Our memory, suddenly sharpened
gnaws on kind words
promised walks
never taken

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us
Our souls
dependent upon their
now shrink, wizened
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold

And when great souls die
after a period peace blooms
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us
They existed. They existed
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed

― Maya Angelou

Dear Cupid

Dear Cupid,

Fuck off, stop pointing your arrows at me

And leaving me open to make a fool of myself

By only shooting me, but not the other person

Leave me alone Cupid, I’m tired of your games

I’m exhausted from being the target

While the other person doesn’t feel the same

Fuck you Cupid, stop messing with my heart

I don’t want to be your masochist, to be broken more apart

Point your arrows elsewhere, and let me live in peace

Your aim has been wrong every time, I’m begging for release

This one caught me by surprise, and hurt more than I’d expected

You seem sadistic towards me, setting me up for rejections

Go away Cupid, I’ll not be your toy anymore

Keep your arrows in their sleeve, and point your bow not at me

You’ve not been kind to my heart, Cupid

And I’m walking away from you now Cupid, so please just leave me be

North Star

my Soul is the Captain

guiding the mission

when She gives orders, I follow

without hesitation

though I may not understand

the rhyme or reason

I’ve learned it is best

to heed Her directions

my Heart is the Navigator

always watching the signs

the moon and the stars

sun on the horizon

feeling the currents and winds

with Her intuitive knowing

She guides me through storms,

ports, and destinations

my Mind is the Steward

making sure needs are met

commitments are kept

resources allocated and invested

to insure the success

of the Soul’s guiding vision

the sweet evolution

of this finite existence

I am the Vessel

and it’s a fine night for sailing

~ aurora winddancer

Sept 4, 2020