The Woman Who Has Herself

by Maria Harchanan Kaur

When a woman has herself

you can enter or leave her life

you can flatter or judge her

and she, she will receive or say goodbye to you kindly

and she will thank you and understand your shadows

because she already knows hers.

You probably won’t tolerate it and at the same time

you want to own it and you will end up walking away

from her if you don’t have the courage to respect her.

When a woman has herself

the Universe Dances at her feet, and She rises.

She becomes compassionate.

She chooses.

She is aware.

She gives and receives Love.

It is easy to recognize it.

The woman who has herself

she smiles in the sun as in the storm.

She celebrates life and understands death.

She lives and dances the processes.

She doesn’t have a hue, she’s a rainbow.


Matt Helm’s She Trusts Me

She’s always wanted a secure man, a powerful man.

Her nervous system relaxes in my presence 

after years of being on high alert.

Constantly feeling unsafe and unseen,  she shapeshifts.

She’s been judged, manipulated, lied to, taught to please, 

and be what others want, especially men.

Enough of this.  

She’s beyond enough.  She’s powerful.  She is incredible.  She’s extraordinary.

She trusts me because I see her with these eyes, 

with the entirety of my beingness and I let her know in every way I know how to communicate it … that I see her.

She trusts me because I am an uncaged man in my power.

Freedom is my Essence.

I don’t react, I respond.

She trusts me because I invite her wild feminine essence out to play and I can hold it.

She trusts me because  I am genuinely curious about her, I have done my inner work.

She trusts me and extends her sacred invitation to hold her complete surrender.

Her exquisite surrender, a wealth beyond all wealth, to hold a women’s deep surrender.

Holding her grief, her longing, her sacred rage, her primal throbbing, and her dripping ecstasy.

Every women wants to go to her own truth, to let go completely into the flow of love

But not just with any man.

Sadly most women will never experience this level of trust and will never completely surrender.

To experience this level of trust and surrender requires a man to reclaim his essential nature, his powerful masculine essence.

She trusts me because I have made the sacred journey back to myself.

She trusts me because I have worked through my core wounding, 

because I have faced my deepest pain and reclaimed my true self.

She feels safe because I have spent thousands of hours in psychoanalysis, meditation, Yoga, with countless coaches, mystics, teachers, shamans, plant medicine, and mediums.

She feels safe with me because I know that at one point in my life I wasn’t safe to her or myself.

She feels safe with me because I don’t want to take from her, 

I want to give in sacred union.

She feels safe because she knows I’ve got her. 

I claim her heart.

Learn Her by Cody Bret

“Take some time and learn what words, acts, expressions, gifts, and physical touches are the most meaningful and desired by your partner.

In other words, show your appreciation and love to your partner in the ways that mean the most to them. 

When you are in her presence, your little acts of kindness become extremely important.

For example, don’t give her flowers on Valentine’s Day because that is what you’re “supposed” to do … Give her flowers on a Wednesday because you thought of her on your way home from work.

Grab some blankets and pillows from the house and take her out on a hillside and watch the stars with her in the back of a pick up truck with the two of you looking into each others eyes and having in depth conversations under the moonlight. 

Or get up at 8am and meet her at a local diner on a Saturday morning and talk about her life goals over some homemade pancakes.

Little things like this will always help your partner feel known, valued, and loved.

Take my advice and take care of her, because life doesn’t bless you with a good woman twice.”

Confidence Like a Cloak

Inspired by true events; part 1:

Photo by Yan Berthemy on Unsplash
It's been 4 years since we spoke
Or seen each other
Oh, how time flies . . . 
You seem different now 

Once you were cute and awkwardly nervous,
Younger and maybe a little bit insecure
Today you are handsome, calm, 
Seemingly oh so sure
You are a bit different now

I look at your face and see
Astuteness written in the lines 
Around your eyes and mouth
Your steel blue eyes penetrate me
When you address me, directly:
"Do you like what you see?"

Realizing you are now
Who I imagined you
Would grow up to be
I gasp at the realization and
Cast my gaze downward
To avoid you 
Deeply probing me

You close the gap between us
I hear you sighing loudly
Your proximity commands me
To fix my view on your strong
Shoulders so closely on my cheek
Have you purposely trapped me
Against the hard wall I feel
Insistently pressing behind me?
You are intense now

You plant your lips firmly on mine
I now sigh loudly
Encouraged by that sound
Deliciously, confidently
You press me harder
Against the wall
How is your mouth 
So damn heavenly?

You begin to go lower
Onto the softness of my neck
I turn my head sharply
Gasping from your fire
I melt into your kiss
You start to lick my skin
As you breathe into me, saying
"You are mine now"

To be continued . . . 

Unending Love

My favourite love poem by Rabindranath Tagore:

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Eternal Romance

I am not afraid to tell you, “I love you.” Your mind may say, “How can you love me when you don’t even know me?” I don’t need to know you. I don’t need to justify my love. I love you because this is my pleasure. Love coming out of me makes me happy, and it’s not important if you reject me because I don’t reject myself. In my story, I live in an ongoing romance, and everything is beautiful for me. To live in love is to be alive again. When you recover your integrity, you always follow love. You live your life as an eternal romance because when you love yourself, it is easy to love everyone else. You love so much that you don’t need anyone else’s love to make you happy.

Don Miguel Ruiz

Humberto Braga on Relationships


A big reason intimate relationships don’t last is because, while they may connect on a level of psychological familiarity, financial harmony, sexual chemistry, or intellectual alignment, they lack mutual fascination and emotional playfulness.

True love inspires us to be better people, uplifting each other. Without it, life becomes predictable and stagnant. When we allow ourselves to be playful and fascinated with life, we never stop growing and surprising each other. Our souls come out to dance, and we connect with our deepest, liveliest, raw passions and emotions.

When a partnership is engaged in this way, their experiences and quality of connection mutually amplify. They regularly become enthralled with each other and passion is regularly rekindled on all levels. If there is playfulness and fascination, there is emotional depth and intimacy.

When this happens, then there will always be love when the body becomes sick or old, when the sexuality fades, when the limerence is long gone. If there is mutual fascination and emotional playfulness, you will dance with the rapturous rhythm of life to the very last note.