Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Dream, you are already here, in paradise. Just sit silently and look around you, sit silently and look within. You have never been anywhere else! The way you are is the only way you can be. Accept it-and not only accept it but rejoice in it. love it, and suddenly you will find you are awake in the Garden Of Life. It is not a question of going anywhere, just of being here now.
Angel Feathers Tickle Me
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Peace and joy come when we stop waiting for the next thing to come galloping over the horizon and recognize our power to choose right now - in this moment, to experience joy.
In a consumer society, it is pushed through aggressive marketing campaigns that we always need that next thing, that next "fix" to make life easier. We depend on products to make us more intelligent, more beautiful, to provide security, etc. and therefore allow us to "achieve" happiness.
The truth is happiness that is dependant upon acquiring things is fleeting and temporary. Its effects wear off quickly and leave the individual feeling empty and seeking the next "fix". When we attain joy through the conscious effort of choice we become empowered, and that results naturally in becoming more at peace and centered in our daily lives.
Friday, October 27, 2006
There is no path to truth. This is one of the most fundamental things to understand. If you are searching for truth, all paths will lead you astray, because following a path means that you have already decided what truth is. You have decided the direction, the dimension, you have decided how to approach it, what discipline to follow, what doctrine to adopt. Your destination will just be a projection of your own mind. It will be just your mind playing a game with itself. There is no way to truth, because the mind is the barrier and it is the mind that creates the way. The mind has to go on an adventure. Reality has to cease for truth to be seen....
Dream with me
It depends on you. If you look at me with total emptiness, I will be different. If you look at my ideas, those ideas will color me; if you come to me with a prejudice, then I will be different.
I am just a mirror. Your own face will be reflected. There is a saying that if a monkey looks into the mirror he will not find an apostle looking at him through the mirror. Only a monkey will be looking through the mirror. So it depends on the way you look at me. You see I am ever changing, unique.
I have disappeared completely so I cannot impose on you who I am. I have nothing to impose. There is just a nothingness, a mirror. Now you have complete freedom. If you really want to know who I am, you have to be as absolutely empty as I am. Then two mirrors will be facing each other, and only emptiness will be seen in the mirror.
Infinite emptiness will be seen:in two mirrors facing each other. But if you have some idea, then you will see your own idea in me.
I am here in the mirror, what do you see?
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Tonight as the barrier between the two realms grows thin. Spirits walk amongst us once again. They be family, friends and foes, pets and wild life, fishes and crows. This feast I will leave on my doorstep all night. In my window one candle shall burn very bright. May this help my loved ones find their way as they travel this eve, and this night until dawn. Bless my offering both Lady and Lord of breads and fruits, greens and gourd. Dark Mother your cauldron is a well of death and rebirth, Dark Father your sword both protects and annihilates. Hear me now as the past year slowly dies, only to be reborn again. May the good come to past, and the bad be cast aside. With your divine guidance and protection. I step into the new year, beginning a new beautiful circle of life........
I am Halloween
We don’t use this much nowadays—dictionaries usually tag it as archaic or literary—except in the set phrase make the welkin ring, meaning to make a very loud sound. What supposedly rings in this situation is the vault of heaven, the bowl of the sky.
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
And when life begins to hate life
There comes a pain in our heart
Hard to explain and unable to forget
With time that pain decreases
Seeming to disappear
But the memory of that pain remains
Forever in our Mind
Forever in our Heart
Forever in our Life
I am the Bright Star the Dreaming Soul
The next night the pair came to rest at the house of a very poor, but very hospitable farmer and his wife. After sharing what little food they had the couple let the angels sleep in their bed where they could have a good night's rest. When the sun came up the next morning the angels found the farmer and his wife in tears. Their only cow, whose milk had been their sole income, lay dead in the field.
The younger angel was infuriated and asked the older angel how could you have let this happen? The first man had everything, yet you helped him, she accused. The second family had little but was willing to share everything, and you let the cow die. "Things aren't always what they seem," the older angel replied. "When we stayed in the basement of the mansion, I noticed there was gold stored in that hole in the wall. Since the owner was so obsessed with greed and unwilling to share his good fortune, I sealed the wall so he wouldn't find it." "Then last night as we slept in the farmers bed, the angel of death came for his wife. I gave him the cow instead. Things aren't always what they seem."
Sometimes that is exactly what happens when things don't turn out the way they should. If you have faith, you just need to trust that every out come is always to your advantage. You just might not know it until some time later...
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
I acknowledge that the Divine is everywhere in the energy of life. I sense the life force in the oak tree on the hill, in the herbs in the garden, in the boulders on the hill. I understand that everything has its physical and non-physical aspects. The physical and spiritual are deeply intertwined, not separate, and one is not better than the other. My worship is one of communion, not groveling. I share my views with others when I sense it is right. There are many ways, not one way, of spiritual growth. My holy places are under the open sky, in the old oak grove , on the vision rock on the high cliff, in the garden in the fields. in the sweat lodge by the stream, by the clear pool of the sacred spring, in the rainbow cave in the valley. Yet my worship can be anywhere.
I journey to the otherworld in my dreams. I fly with my consciousness through time and space. I return with insights. I go between the worlds for healing, growth, and transformation. Psychic perception is a natural, not supernatural, part of my daily life. I attune myself to the four elements of nature - earth, air, fire, water - and to the fifth element, spirit, which is the force that connects all. I see these elements as parts of my self, my physical body is my earth, my intellect my air, my will my fire, my emotions my water, and my inner self is my spirit. I endeavor to keep myself healthy and in balance in all these parts of self.
I hear the cries of Mother Earth. I see the pollution of the air, the soil, and the waters. I see the games being played by nations with the fire of nuclear weapons. I see spiritual pollution, too - selfishness, hatred, greed for money and power, despair. I sense these things, but I sense, too, a cleansing, healing energy manifesting on the planet at this time. I know that I can help bring the planet into greater balance by seeking balance in my own life. I know that my attitudes and my way of living can make a difference in this world.
Monday, October 23, 2006
We live upon this world
We evolved from it’s depths
By creation we were made
From the dust upon it’s surface
Whichever you hold to your heart
Makes this Earth our Mother
And as any good mother
She feeds and shelters her children
Watches them grow and play
Sees their progress and their failures
And like any good mother
When her children need discipline
She gives it
Though our Mother Earth’s discipline
Teaches a hard lesson
For as gentle as is her love
So to is the vehemence of her anger
She has demonstrated
To us again and again
What it means to incur her wrath
She has shook the ground we walk on
And she has washed it from beneath our feet
She has spit out molten rock
And turned our fields to shallow lakes
And still we do not listen!
Sunday, October 22, 2006
I am a beautiful shadow, a very special time of the year. I am the season of cool crisp days, clear star lit skies, the glow of the golden harvest moon a palette of breathtaking colors. I give you this time for rides in the country, walks in the woods, hay rides, skipping rocks in a stream, and watching acrobatic squirrels scurrying to gather their harvest. I am the scent of caramel apples, pumpkin pies and mulled cider. I bring you peaceful solitude and special moments with your family, friends, and loved ones. I give you time for walking hand in hand, for snuggling, for romance and for love. I am a special time to reflect upon and give thanks for those that have meant so much to you during the year. Let me truly bless you and wish you the very best of everything that is beautiful this season......
I AM FALL
Seek visions always of world beauty, not violence not battlefields
Let Light Stream Forth into the Minds of All,
Let Light Descend On Earth.
From the Point of Love Within the Heart of God,
Let Love Stream Forth into the Hearts of All,
May Christ Return to Earth.
From the Center Where the Will of God is Known,
Let Purpose Guide Our Little Wills,
The Purpose Which the Masters Know and Serve.
And From the Center Which We Call The Human Race,
Let the Plan of Love and Light Work Out,
And May it Seal the Door Where Evil Dwells.
Let Light and Love and Power Restore
Saturday, October 21, 2006
I am waiting to wrap myself in a blanket of you.
Thursday, October 19, 2006
And my soul touches her
I hold a glittering pen. My pen weaves fantastic stories. It is more magical than a wand, for it builds hope in the sky where pure hearts have ascended. It paints a story of unwavering strength. May this pen cast a deep warmth like the sun, instilling love in the core of man. This magic will draw you to a world fairer than wonderland. Let me light your dreams with a world created by my imagination. Fore there is magic in my hands, and I wish to touch your heart...
Angel Feathers Tickle Me
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them like the
forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face and thus know the
meaning of all things, let them love you and love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming flower
and at sunset bend your head in silence
Monday, October 16, 2006
Few are willing to brave the disapproval of their fellows, the censur of their colleagues, the wrath of their society. Moral courage is a rarer commodity than bravery in battle or great intelligence. Yet it is the one essential, vital quality for those who seek to change a world that yields most painfully to change. And I believe that in this generation those with the courage to enter the moral conflict will find themselves with companions in every corner of the globe.......
As the Waves dance in their emerald green and blue gowns upon the shoreline, the Moon in her gown of White Lilies, comes down from her throne in the sky to shine her light of serenity upon the world of the sea.
The sound of distant splashes tell me that the playful Dolphins of the deep are performing for the Stars that have descended to dance in their skirts of pale gold, with the Waves, to blend their colors in a brilliant, fiery, passionate desire to keep up with the rhythm that Mother Earth creates as she slumbers in her bed of leaves and moss.
The Moon looks on with eyes of palest blue, waiting for the dreamer who will light her heart with love.He will soon join this beautiful world. Together they will make a different light. She will dance and sing with joy. Her skin is white and pure a symbol of tenderness and delicacy. Her heart beat is strong and echoes in the night air. This soul remains filled with hope.
She gaurds the gate, her face pale with tears. But as she looks to the East the Sun begins to wake, her lips of subtle pink begin to smile. She calls for the dreamer once again. He has not found her tonight, but she knows he is searching. The Angel must return to her castle in the sky, to await for the next night when she calls him again to play upon the shores.......
Sunday, October 15, 2006
in our very near future
when one more person
invisions a peaceful world
and with that seemingly tiny action
the scales are tipped
the storm clouds will disappear
and a new world
the world that we deserve to live in
as our right of birth
will open up before us
it will be like a miracle
but it is not really a true miracle
it is only us
having changed our thoughts
I love the movement, the euphoria
I fly and my heart laughs
I flirt and I weep and I whisper with my feet
My hands dart past my eyes
Like a flash of sunlight sparkling
The whirling and the swirling
For it draws me closer
She weeping dropped a tear,
and when it fell
A poet caught the little pearly sphere
And questioned it;
and his enraptured ear
Caught up the things which it began to tell.
He heard the tone of solemn sounding knell
O'er a departed Hope; the cry of Fear;
The wail of Anguish; and soft sighings dear
Which make the lover's lonely bosom swell.
And there he saw ensphered a mother's heart,
Bleeding for her lost child; and open grave,
And Love amid the trophies of his dart,
With every throb of passion that it gave.
All heights of joy, and depths of woe, were here
Encompassed in the ocean of a tear.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.
God knows my name.
I am made in a smooth and beautiful way,
And full of flame.
The color of corn are my pretty wings,
My flower is blue.
I kiss its topmost pearl, it swings
And I swing too.
I dance above the tawny grass
In the sunny air,
So tantalized to have to pass
Love everywhere O Earth,
O Sky, you are mine to roam
I am the soul and I have no home,
Take care of me.
For double I drift through a double world
Of spirit and sense;
I and my symbol together whirled
From who knows whence?
There ’s a tiny weed,
God knows what good,
It sits in the moss.
Its wings are heavy and spotted with blood
Across and across.
I sometimes settle a moment there,
And I am so sweet,
That what it lacks of the glad and fair
I fill complete.
The little white moon was once like me;
But her wings are one.
Or perhaps they closed together be
As she swings in the sun.
When the clovers close their three green wings
Just as I do,
I creep to the primrose heart of things,
And close mine, too.
And then wide opens the candid night,
Serene and intense;
For she has, instead of love and light,
And I watch that other butterfly,
The one-winged moon,
Till, drunk with sweets in which I lie,
I dream and swoon.
And then when I to three days grow,
I find out pain.
For swift there comes an ache,
I know That I am twain.
And nevermore can I be one
O Earth, O Sky, your use in done,
Take care of me.
Friday, October 13, 2006
Something good and something oh so pure
Well I believe that if you find that one thing
You must fight, for then you will be sure
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side
There were times I never thought I'd make it
Never dreamed I'd find find someone like you
Who'd be there when days were at their darkest
Watching over everything I do
Could it be that I have found an angel
I can see heaven in your eyes
In my soul I never will be lonely
For there will be an angel by my side
Thursday, October 12, 2006
and breaks my heart
takes control of my senses
makes me do the unthinkable
and want the unreachable
turns my fragile body
into an unbreakable armor
and my mortality into eternal life
transforms my dreams
into living reality
and my weakness
sends my doubts away
and my problems with solutions
cleans my heart from all fears
lights my soul with hope
brings sense into this simple
inspires my creative mind
that no longer wants to sleep
this magical soul is alive
sparkling with pure
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
is a thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
and sings the tune
without the words
and never stops at all
and sweetest in the gale is heard
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the little bird
that kept so many warm
I've heard it in the coldest land
and on the strongest sea
yet never in extremity
did it ask a crumb from me
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
This night I am inconsolable as the world around me becomes to much to bare. Demons come out to crush my heart again. Sometimes I feel I am hopeless and do not want to come out of my garden. I feel to lost to come back into the world I watch from the other side. It is in these times of sorrow that I don't want your comforting touch. I just need to be left alone to sit quietly in the dark. Don't dream of me tonight you will not feel my comforting touch, nor a tender embrace of love. Just let me surround myself with shadows and let my heart break for one night. Don't try to save me when I can't be saved. Keep your tender words for another night when the tides of my heart have changed and my soul flows the other way. But until that time remember I love you. You are the keeper of my heart but for the moment love is not my friend. Your tender touch and sweetest smile are like a poison to my aching soul. So let me be. Let me sit alone in the dark and find comfort in my forgotten world. I will bandage my heart with solitude and dry my tears with time. I know that you will understand. I will return because I am hope, I will emerge from these shadows and once again sit on your pillow. I will watch that cherished smile glistening across your sweet tender face as you search for me in your dreams. You will find me again.......
Monday, October 09, 2006
I wanted you to know me
It's only now that you haunt me
Sunday, October 08, 2006
When I fall, He lifts me up!
When I fail, He forgives!
When I am weak, He is strong!
When I am lost, He is the way!
When I am afraid, He is my courage!
When I stumble, He steadies me!
When I am hurt, He heals me!
When I am broken, He mends me!
When I am blind, He leads me!
When I am hungry, He feeds me!
When I face trials, He is with me!
When I face persecution, He shields me!
When I face problems, He comforts me!
When I face loss, He provides for me!
When I face Death, He carries me Home!
He is everything for everybody everywhere,
every time, and every way.
He is God, He is faithful.
I am His, and He is mine!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
and nourish every day with conviction and emotion
will one day become a reality.
Constant repetition carries conviction.
Repeat something often enough
and it will start to become you.
A change in what you tell yourself
will result in a change in your behavior.
What you impress upon your mind,
you'll inevitably become.
YOU ARE WHAT YOU THINK
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
Dragons usually lead a solitary life until they meet their life-long mate. Then they will perform their mating flight ritual. It is a grand site to see. When a female dragon is ready to mate. She will sound a"mating-call" to all the mature males. She will then fly as fast, and as high as she possibly can. Only the strongest and fastest of the males will catch her. When a male dragon finally catches the female at the climax of their flight, they will literally hang for a second in mid-air with the male wrapping his tail and wings tightly around her. The female will follow suit as they begin a free-fall which is the mating session. Falling fast, the mating only lasts a few seconds, and both dragons will break off just before crashing into the ground.
Then they will sail into the darkness together........
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
In choirs, well, perhaps five trillion strong,
Unleashing love insatiable in song,
Love unknown to those of other fates.
In us, so far removed from such high states,
Alien even to where we belong,
Neither here nor there for very long,
A love like that retreats, and doubts, and waits.