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“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with Source. … A man’s highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed.”~ Cherokee Proverb My … Continue reading
There is nothing to practice.
To know yourself, be yourself.
To be yourself, stop imagining
yourself to be this or that.
Just be. Let your true nature emerge.
Don’t disturb your mind with seeking.Nisargadatta …. ♥
“Stop imagining yourself to be this or that”…. to stop identifying yourself as any-thing, which is purely the ego. May we all be the student every day. May we always be humble and trust that the other has their answers within them, and until they hear themselves speak that truth, they will not hear our answers.
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The man I have been intimately involved with posted the following on my Facebook wall today: “There are two questions a man must ask himself: The first is ‘Where am I going?’ and the second is ‘Who will go with … Continue reading
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I felt uncomfortable in my skin, but not motivated to do anything in particular. It was night, and nearly bed time. I have a great book to read…but not wanting to engage. Hmm…journaling? Nope. Interacting with others? Not so much. … Continue reading
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Very little is as uplifting as knowing that the way in which one lives her life has a positive effect on others… to know that living by example is enough to inspire to action those who are ready to take … Continue reading
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I never thought horses could teach me about how I act in relationships and in my life, until yesterday. We were introduced to equine therapy, and I was amazed at the insight gained in just a short hour session where … Continue reading
Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it. ~Rumi Life is not a Disney ride. Just because you went and rode “It’s a Small World” doesn’t … Continue reading
I vanished. Rather, my mind finally took a hiatus, and therefore so did I. I have sat down several times with the intent to write, as my journal and mind are full of realizations, visions, poems, metaphors, etc. I just … Continue reading
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Sleepless Candles flicker, tickling my mind, which resists surrender to my body’s exhaustion. Flickers swell into a giant moonbeam soft and bright from the window behind my pillow. My divine self reflected back at me through the full moon’s brilliance. … Continue reading
Walking holograms
Like the guards at the Queen of Heart’s castle,
They walk.
Flickering holograms, transparent to those who see.
Different from each of infinite angles.
Windows, the view through clouded by our own reflections.
A bright hologram, a window I can see through,
my beloved.
Where only I exist, where I meet the Beloved
In bliss, joy, boundless Love.
And windows get dirty, clouded by our own projections
And it is hard for others to see through
To meet the Beloved with you
In that space through the hologram, beyond the window.
