A Moment

Moments of peace

Lying in bed

Enveloped in the darkness of predawn

Rain pouring down in a graceful tempo all its own

Slumberous thoughts still clinging to my brain

Listening to the water hit the leaves on the ground

Rushing through the gutters of the building outside my window

A lulling melody

Calling me to burrow into the warmth of my bed

Yet enticing me to jump out of bed and stomp through the puddles

Watching the water envelope my bare feet

Making mud pies and smearing the rich wet earth on my skin

Becoming one with the nature that is a constant lure around me

Beautiful moments of peace

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

The Awakening

Long dormant, peaceful slumbering creature

Rolling in the depths
Dreaming of being awakened once again

What will it take to rouse her
The primal urges that she craves rarely fulfilled
She rests in slumber waiting, watching, yearning

Awakening thoughts and feelings
New energies circle slowly
Feeding the electrical conduit in carefully measured steps

Connection through energy
Through thought
With only another primal creature

Must touch mind, body, and spirit
Must connect on a visceral level
To love the dark places where only light lives

The creature moves restlessly in the depths
Sensing a soul similar to hers
Feeling the presence of primal energy

She shifts in her slumber
Slowly coming out of her deep hibernation
Stretching out her senses toward the other

Stirrings, the slowly swirling stimulus
She reaches forth and starts the slow process of connection
Where will it go, what will occur, will the cravings be fed

To explore and be explored
Mind to mind
Crawling inside the grey matter where danger resides

To take in and let loose
Spirit to spirit
Where divinity resides with deity and souls weep

To touch and be touched
Flesh to flesh
Where transcendence takes place with beauty and pain

Slowly awakening the creature rises to the surface of her deep place
The hiding place where none can touch her
Unless they know the path of painful pleasure and how to touch her mind

Patient, languorous, careful
Hungry, yearning,
The duality of need and caution

Release the fear
Embrace the exploration
Travel the path where most fear to tread

She is restless
She is ravenous
She is connected to the soul of the Universe
She takes it in
She transcends
She releases
Most importantly….She wakes


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Embrace

Today is traditionally a day of giving thanks. While I am not necessarily in that particular headspace and have no plans for celebrating this day in any traditional sense, I am definitely in a very introspective place. The recurring themed dreams that have plagued me lately of being Priestess, bringing this aspect of my self back into my life. The thoughts and feelings that continue to swirl around in my head and heart about things esoteric....and how to bring these things together into my life with balance and grace.

I find myself moving from book to book in my occult library, finding snatches and snippets of thoughts and ideas that move me from book to book until all the books are scattered around the room in an almost manic display of what is roaming freely inside my head.

All the while music is playing that causes me to move my arms, my hands, my body until all of the words and the melodies become one inside my soul and are translated, transcended, and escape through the ends of my fingers, out the top of my head, burst from my heart, and travel down into the earth pouring from my feet and lower chakras. All of my chakras feel exposed and open, yet also peaceful and whole..."complete" for lack of a better word...though still striving for more. More connection, more sharing, more giving, more release to all that need the transcended energy that moves through me.

Yet the hermit in me resides calm and watchful. Knowing that even though I need, require, demand peace and alone time, I must also let the Priestess out and she is never to be hidden from whoever needs her, whatever needs her energy.

The time and space, the atoms and molecules that I am comprised of, that touch all things, every thing - swirling in the cosmos of time and energy that never goes away. We are all things. Our thoughts are one. Our energies, while separate, are one.

There is no beginning or end to these thoughts and the energies pouring through me today, driving my fingers to type, to release, to share what needs to come out. Many will not understand what I'm sharing. Many will start reading and discover it is too jumbled to follow and walk away. I want to apologize to those who read and are confused, yet will not because there is some message here that some one may need and if even one person gets something out of this then the writing has served its purpose.

Touch and be touched. Open yourself. Be open to others. Love freely. Say the words. Embody the actions.

All is One. Embrace the connection to what is inside you, what is outside of you, and be who you are meant to be.

TheSacredWhore

© Dawn C. Davis

Art in Therapy

So, last weekend I got to do a photoshoot. An amazing photoshoot. A powerful photoshoot.

“Where are the pictures?” you ask. Well, that’s just it. There will likely be very fewif any photos posted. They are sexy. Beautiful. Endearing. Touching. Fabulous. Important. Compelling. Potent.

I could go on for days like this, and likely you all will never see any of them. But they are there. They touch me every time I open Lightroom to work on processing them. They are some of the most important work I have ever done in my life…and I hope to get the chance to do something similar again….even if it means not being able to share them.

I got to be a fly on a wall, share energy and space with two amazing women; one of whom is working to overcome much in her life and how she sees herself. This was therapy in kink and I got to document it, so for me it has become Art in Therapy.

I am so incredibly humbled that I was asked to do this. Not just as a photographer, but as a human being. I walked into it nervous. Hoping beyond hope that I could see and document what was needed for the healing work to continue. I walked away from the shoot with a contact high that I was not expecting. I walked into the shoot not in my own best headspace, and was nervous because I knew it was going to be emotional. I wasn’t nervous for me, I was nervous for her and that my energy would bleed over into what they were trying to accomplish, but I was resolved to put aside my own internal dialogue and be there for her. What happened was inspiring. Being there, capturing that healing…it healed something in me that I didn’t even know needed healing.

I got to photograph nervousness, laughter, tears, compassion, connection, power, strength, beauty, sexiness, and so so much more.

There can be great healing in this thing that we do. There can be great healing in allowing ourselves to move outside of our comfort zones. I am blown away time and again when people who have been in front of my lens want to be in front of it again…and tell me they feel powerful and special with what is created there. That they feel like they are contributing to art, and not some random cunt or cock shot.

We are sacred. Each and every one of us. Every part of us. There is no shame in the divine beauty that resides in us. Nor is there shame in the beauty of the bodies we have been given to house our divinity.

Hmmm, maybe I should keep my name after all. :-)

The Sacred Whore

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2015

Metaphors and Symbols in Life

I am a student of the occult, a seeker of esoteric knowledge and wisdom...metaphysics. Symbols have been my life; spiritually, emotionally, physically...for more years than some of my friends have been on this earth (in this lifetime at least). The interesting thing is that I'm not very good at putting into words what I glean from the metaphors and symbols in my life. I can take all of that knowledge, all of the gleanings, and transform them into an emotion, into energy within my body and release it to the world through connection with another human being, through ritual, through sex or kink, but words seem to escape me...or at least it feels that way to me which is kind of ironic given words seem to be one of the most important things of my life.

Ritual; be it sexual, kink-related, spiritual, stroking someones hand, giving someone a hug, merely making a soulful connection in some small and profound way...with a person, with an animal, with a tree, or flowing stream...these are but some of the ways that metaphors and symbols both enter and leave my life.

Many years ago, during a meditation, I connected to ALL. The most profound moment of my life. I was open to every single entity on this planet, in the air, in the cosmos. We were... *are* one. I sense and feel my connection to everything. It is overwhelming at times. It can make ending relationships extremely painful, but it can enhance the beginning of a new friendship; amp it up like lightning striking, or floodgates opening. It makes me very vulnerable. Learning to control it has been...interesting. *smile*

Many years ago, I ended a very profound relationship...a Master/slave relationship. I struggled though I knew it was exactly the right thing to do. It was one of the most painful experiences of my life. I knew that I could sever the metaphysical connection, the "cord" that kept me connected to him and it would ease my aching and longing, but I recognized that if I did that, then I would no longer be connected to ALL. I consciously chose to let the metaphysical connection remain even though fear and loss and anger traveled along that cord for some time and fed my anguish and pain. Eventually it diminished and now it is a cord like any of the other infinite cords that connect me to everything and everyone around me. To this day, I am extremely thankful that I did not damage my relationship with ALL by severing that one cord.

Perhaps this is why my photographic art has come back into my life. Another form of metaphor and symbol. The things my eye sees and wants (needs) to capture and share with the world.

The tattoos on my body, the symbols they represent are more metaphors. The great union that comes from the combining of sexual energies (mine depicts female and male sexual union). The replica of the Pictish carving on my breast to me symbolizes new life, growth, the germinating seed coming to life. The Udjat on my back symbolizes my intuition, my psychic self, and that connection that I have to ALL. The white wolf paw on my hip/thigh, once a symbol of my slavery to my Master, now symbolizes my secondary totem and the path that I traverse in this lifetime of discovery of self. The new tattoo that has not come into being yet, will connect all of these and aid my ritual of moving into the next phase of being.

Sometimes I feel like it is a very solitary path these metaphors and symbols lead me on, and sometimes it feels lonely, and sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes it is filled with fascinating conversations, amazing connections, and the warmest of hugs. I cherish each and every moment that I share with every entity I connect with...each and every one. They are precious to me.


I feel led to end this with a quote of sorts. It is the "Priestess speech" from the Gnostic Catholic Mass, which I performed more times than I can possible count. Filled with metaphor and symbol for those who care to look. If you ever want to hear it spoken, I'd be happy to oblige. Ask me any time you see me. Trust me, it's engraved on my very soul. I will never forget it.

"But to love me is better than all things; if under the night-stars in the desert thou presently burnest mine incense before me, invoking me with a pure heart, and the serpent flame therein, thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom. For one kiss wilt thou then be willing to give all; but whoso gives one particle of dust shall lose all in that hour. Ye shall gather goods and store of women and spices; ye shall wear rich jewels; ye shall exceed the nations of the earth in splendour and pride; but always in the love of me, and so shall ye come to my joy. I charge you earnestly to come before me in a single robe, and covered with a rich head-dress. I love you! I yearn to you! Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you. Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you: come unto me!" [Liber AL, I:61] "To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:62] "Sing the rapturous love-song unto me! Burn to me perfumes! Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you. I am the blue-lidded daughter of sunset; I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky. To me! To me!" [Liber AL, I:63-65]

© Dawn C. Davis (photo and writing except for excerpt from Liber AL)

That Place Between

Between one thought and the next

You have me wrapped around your finger as you lead me to bed

Between the sheets you touch my body
As you devour my mind with your wicked thoughts

Between the synapses of my scattered feelings
You destroy my preconceived notions of pleasure

Between my thighs there is a place yearning to be filled
As you indulge in the very essence of my being

Between one breath and the next
You have taken me to the brink of destruction, the edge of rapture, that place that is between


Photo and prose © Dawn C. Davis

Aftershocks

Orgasms being ripped from my body
Torn from the very center of my being
Forced upon me, one on top of another
There is no longer a you or a me, there is only the never-ending orgasm
Until I lay drenched and sated
Relaxing into the moment, the afterglow of primal sex
Feeling there is no more within me
Minutes pass and my body convulses with the pleasure tearing through me once again
Even though there is no further stimulation
A smile upon your lips, understanding what you have done
More time passes and another convulsion as yet another orgasm rips through me
A gentle touch of your hand as you quiet me
Moments go by and a ripple spreads through me as I release yet again
Your hand resting on me as you own what you have done to me
Another stretch of time, the clock ticking and another paroxysm engulfs my body
You watch with satisfaction
What feels like hours later and another eruption pours through me in waves of unending pleasure
You hold me as I circle earth’s orbit, knowing you have taken me there.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

The Dewy Rose

The soft outer petals gently open to expose the precious flower.

The inner petals releasing the essence of the perfume that draws him in.

A finger gently touching, aiding the flower to open more fully to his demands.

Dipping into the secret folds until the moisture is liberated from the depths.

Stroking in and out, the dewy folds blossom, inviting a deeper possessive taking.

Bending down, his tongue touches the extract, licking the sweet ambrosia.

Penetrating fingers claim the center as tongue devours.

Lips encompass the bud and suckles.

Pressure building inside.

The flower plump and ready to give all.

Quivering petals rescued from the chains of desire.

The elixir of pleasure bursts forth across his waiting lips.

Fingers plunging, in and out, tongue lapping the elixir of delight.

Peace descends on the precious flower, petals relaxed and open, waiting for the piercing claim that starts it all again.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

In The Woods

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The Letter S

Shadows of slippery sex.
Shallow slopes of seduction.
Shameful stretches of suction.
Shrewd stations of strangeness.
Shabby sheik of silence.
Shakti of swaying sibilance.
Sheer shout of safety.
Shiny serenades of service.
Shimmy settles slowly.
Shipwrecked souls of satisfaction.
Shiver sessions of satiety.
Shocking sexpot of severity.
Shy sounds of serenity.


© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2014

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Seductress

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Lace Wings

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Bees Work

Image © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Death

The cycle of life revolves ever about us.
There is no beginning.
There is no end.
There is only the here and the now.
The knowing and the loving.
Honor the moment.
Honor the passing of the friend, the love, the sharing, the caring.
Relinquish the passing of the lover, never to say good-bye, but letting go for now.
Let go of the guilt, the anger, the sadness.
The memory lives forever.
Wrap yourself in the tears of letting go.
Lose yourself in the laughter of remembering.
Be at peace for there is no more pain, no more anguish…only eternity.

Embrace the cycle and hold tight to the love that remains...
Forever.

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Photo © Dawn C. Davis ~ 2013

Artist and Canvas

Portland Goddess Art Show 2012

© Dawn C. Davis ~ 2012