jewelry making class TWO ! :::

so much fun :::
love, n.om

IT FEELS GOOD TO HAVE FOUND MY SELF ONCE AGAIN .

response to naked.

photos, natalia.benson, 2010

response:::

what is it to be naked? to be nude & unshamed by whatever your physical form? :

it is freedom, bliss, child-like fairy innocence, eternal beauty, because there is no one & no thing

other than the beat/bat of your own heart, whom can whisper words of solace & Truth about

your own Being.

we come in Naked, we exit Naked, through the gift shop, up to the stars, as brand new as when

we came in ... back to the Love Centered Source that rests at the very core of our own Beingness,

it's never not with us, it's never been without us, it's because it is Us.

stare naked at YourSelf in a mirror, at your Lover, at your Friend, at your Foe,

because peering behind the judgment of an

overactive mind, we are all in Oneness. Nudity is Oneness, & courage & bravery at Accepting

EVERYTHING exactly as it is ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::

so take it all off & just BE.

--- natalia, naked on this day june 8, 2011

an ode to a beautiful nude

p. helen korpak

((( sent to me by my best friend )))
an ode to a beautiful nude

With a chaste heart
With pure eyes I celebrate your beauty
Holding the leash of blood
So that it might leap out and trace your outline
Where you lie down in my Ode
As in a land of forests or in surf
In aromatic loam, or in sea music

Beautiful nude
Equally beautiful your feet
Arched by primeval tap of wind or sound
Your ears, small shells
Of the splendid American sea
Your breasts of level plentitude
Fulfilled by living light
Your flying eyelids of wheat
Revealing or enclosing
The two deep countries of your eyes

The line your shoulders have divided into pale regions
Loses itself and blends into the compact halves of an apple
Continues separating your beauty down into two columns of
Burnished gold
Fine alabaster
To sink into the two grapes of your feet
Where your twin symmetrical tree burns again and rises
Flowering fire
Open chandelier
A swelling fruit
Over the pact of sea and earth


From what materials
Agate?
Quartz?
Wheat?
Did your body come together?
Swelling like baking bread to signal silvered hills
The cleavage of one petal
Sweet fruits of a deep velvet
Until alone remained
Astonished
The fine and firm feminine form


It is not only light that falls over the world spreading inside your body
Yet suffocate itself
So much is clarity
Taking its leave of you
As if you were on fire within


The moon lives in the lining of your skin


----PABLO NERUDA