Choice

from the moment I saw

the love was available

I took a step forward

and put my whole self in

this wasn’t twister or the Hokey Pokey

This was trust,

divine timing—

and faith

I chose to be transformed by fire

I chose to be a witness to your growth

and by that choice, I too, have developed.

Whenever the opportunity developes

I’ll make the same choice again and again.

My life is lived by fire

I choose fire to transform

That’s why it’s always different

Each same choice looks like a different choice

But it never is

And it always is

Something new.

I walk with fire 🔥 I blaze in its path.

I, too, am Fire.

Lost nerve

my guitar friend

always met me after coffee

before coffee,

at age 16.

.

the problem set in

when left

and right hand

could not, would not, collaborate.

.

left hand was strong and worked

on steel strings to build callouses

while right hand got confused at the elbow, and didn’t understand heights.

.

right hand wanted to finger-pick

strum, but left hand wanted the sound of

the triangle-pick, rhythm-glides

.

both wanted to be smooth, easy,

effortless.

.

the voice was gonna unify each, because that’s where the joy is.

.

until the boyfriend kept borrowing that guitar from the dorm room.

.

but, not to collaborate.

.

no more coffee before or after, long pauses persisted barring inspiration. Voice lost, first. Then, hands lost vision.

.

whose guitar is it? whose voice lay silent? did guitar like new hands?

.

lost notebook. now no words—no longer writing themselves.

.

feeling sad,

left hand persisted with using scales

right hand clung to the only ditties it knew, fear of

not meeting the man

can’t impress him, he’s taken our guitar now.

.

not to collaborate

.

no longer playing, left and right hand don’t engage at all.

.

a cigarette fills the idle hands with its poison.

inner voice blackens with the lungs,

and the nerve to play, hangs inert.

.

maybe meet guitar again,

one day, in a new city, with

healthy vibes and broccoli breaks?

.

smiles and synergy is more like it

.

hands reach for new collaborations,

for times

when left and right coordinate, and the voice that overlays unifies with thrills.

.

right can anticipate left’s transitions and synchronize in professional, musical peace.

.

hands are meant to work together and voice will lead the way. The voice and hands connect directly to the heart.

.

there’s nothing left to say.

Ka Malana Photography
Artist unknown – “Guitar Wallpaper, Black”

Oleander

the earth pulsates

around your poison;

vessel of dogbane,

mistakenly lured by you.

an example of

misdirection.

bombs choked Hiroshima

like your white touch obliterated

the promise of love.

lust woos in silences, pretenses

nearly touched the poison

bringing broken limps into the abyss

exposing the veins of

imbalance, impotence,

flagrant misuse of power.

Home

i want to meet you in the

holy now

.

Rumi and Kabir

arranged their calendars

around the beating heart of time

Kali bespoke the destruction of limitations

.

I wiped my hard drive

tore the clutter from the cloud

and dusted under heaven

.

I dug out all the roots of that invasive

horsetail grass, a true medicine in

other contexts

.

i threw out context

.

i settled on this flower

and that flower,

.

and the flowering of you.

.

just to meet you.

☀️ 🌙

Presence

Venus returns

living without a body

may be the real body

.

actuated/destroyed

.

all is contained in the one,

who is already open

.

unboxed.

eye of ra

crescent moon 🌙

.

goddess’s breath: kinetic

.

shakti-love steers conception,

spinning the multitude of

galaxies sunder —

like cotton candy confections

each one is divided just for you to taste and describe anew.

.

her breath

set into motion,

opens the door.

.

furnishing evidence for creation,

another offer springs up

with fragrant flowers at your feet.

.

step into this ‘other’ dimension

through rebirth,

an unadulterated heaven.

.

the gateway swirls with fortitude

sewn into the fabric of dark matter,

‘behold your sacred name’

.

her galaxy’s rotational curves

are the mere eyelash-bats

of her curiosity,

a nod to wonder in a tryst of passion

.

mind’s vacated,

cavernous function

echoes grace

.

one swing of her stellar tresses

provides the light for an eternity.

.

a blink of quantum

a pinch of akash

sparkling petticoat of richness and splendor

.

her magickal presence expanding,

demonstrating, in full opulence ~

the

.

pure generosity of her touch.

⭐️

Today I shrunk 

sliced down my mass

slipped into the cracks of the floor boards and

leaned into gravity like a cannonball, but bodiless.

slumped into empty breath 

reorganized as microscopic, slippery, weightless, ether

waif of glitter

fleck of dust 

leveling with dirt, I touched space around me like 

the cushion it is, 

like the softness that any regular nothingness adjusts to,

touching itself to its oceans of surrounding twin copies

.

I felt soft and full;

and from this view,

clarity arose like the shining star

of awareness.

The body holds a prayer

Today my body has

a different prayer.

its posture is the same

its form looks consistent,

but this stem of me

is rooted

into the Earth

in a new way.

.

With roots like tentacles

that gyrate when the earth shakes,

managing impact,

adapting to terrain,

lock-step in reconfiguration. 

This is a different WAY

of holding form.

.

In her gentle vibrance,

she’s singing quietly, a hum

mmm from the glint of luminous

emanations,

the near-silence sheens flow

across the ringed-edge of activated

chimes.

Here vibrance meets vibration

in one cyclic, metallic, elemental breath

.

This breath is a request, the body a prayer

.

It is full of trust and knowing;

spacious gratitude meets patient

availability.

the vessel now is in

its holding power

knowing that she can sing for eons

.

just like this,

.

in this pose

.

in this posture

.

in this form

.

as a new prayer.

.

Singing from cavernous connection

with the Mother of all.

.

😮‍💨😌

Summer Solstice

Someone convinced me to start recording YouTube videos. I have been reluctant to do this for years, but since I just finished up my last group class around reluctant shamanism, it’s time for me to also share my recent video here:

Everyone knows me as “Ka” that is my real name. Ka is resonant for me. All other names aren’t really as resonant for me. I received the name “Ka” in Hawaii back in 2011. Then I published my first book under my first spiritual name “Ka Malana.” Since then I have acquired: “Sees through water” and “Dechen Llamo.” Shamanic and Buddhist names respectively. It’s just a part of my magickal life!

Anyways a friend and coach convinced me that I needed to make my voice heard, because people need to hear it.

It’s taken decades for me to be convinced of this and so I basically just gave up the fight. I don’t need to believe it; I’m just doing it, instead.

The whole purpose of my life is basically to “reach” people. I’ve been doing it since being a child— offering those select, appropriate words to help catalyze another to their next level, or to lend compassion and support.

So I stepped out and started this channel, and I make weekly videos with zero preparation. I do this to just “get it done.” I have no idea what I will talk about until after it’s said.

This one happened to be about the summer solstice. My images aren’t self-flattering because I have put zero energy in to making them look pretty, so I hope ya’ll can get past that! Maybe they will get better as I go, because I sure am not gonna be “ready” first.

Happy Summer Solstice!

Leave a comment and let me know what you think. I love feedback. Just say “hey” and let me know you were there and are part of my beginnings 😃

May your light ☀️ shine bright like the sun, and you be full of vitality and love!

Happy Summer Solstice!

WIP …

i could

summon you,

but you are already here

you’ve been in my shadow

clinging to my insides

waiting for my consciousness

to ripen

waiting for my signal to open up

our shared eye

with you,

all our ancient promises arise

like shoots of green tendrils

ready to break through the land

and renew our promises

for a new

peace

Opening

Now this one was satisfying. One of the reasons is I took one of my favorite “for kids” supplies and I stretched it beyond its ‘given’ capacity. I mixed it with grown up tools and water and boom 💥

This one also has “legs” which to me means: some mysterious life of its own.

I dedicate this one to Vipassana and all the learnings gained from sensational awareness as the object of meditation.

A retreat for being real simple

This dog.
Always a light
Pelican’s eye view
Amplifying
Heart’s acknowledgement
Lion 🦁 outside
The kindness of a gentle teacher
Chair of contemplation

The winds of mind calm

down, while

pelicans of light pass through

sweeping the air

with their flight

our

freedom is grounded and spacious

descending

through flesh and mind

a resplendent higher vision

I feel you in my soul

hugging me

intimate with me

knowing me from all my lifetimes

Struggle vs. Challenge

Gorillas 🦍

I did this pretty quick sketch and I struggled throughout it. But! The whole time I’m thinking to myself: you are listening in during a meeting with a topic that is also challenging, and you are making it work! You are doing the repetitions. The outcome is not the point. The outcome is never the point.

You just go with it. You share.

This is what you couldn’t do when you were younger; when you didn’t know it was okay to be you, AS YOU ARE.

What I did was use a random animal generator online. I wanted to have an animal to work with that was spontaneous and that would make it even more of a challenge.

I could worry about the end product and fix whatever is wrong or could be improved upon, or I can just try again tomorrow with another spontaneous challenge.

What can you do to help yourself stay on the move? If you can stop being so critical and just let go…. What would you do?

Give me some feedback about the emotion here. I’m curious about the energy. Please do share!