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
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120- Does This Facebook Post Make Me Look Spiritual?
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I want to talk about all of these viral pictures with positive affirmations, spiritual quotes, etc. Yes, Picture Quotes. You know the ones on Facebook with quotes from Rumi, Osho, Buddha, and anyone who is quotable. Perhaps you have re-posted … Continue reading
115- Moon Prayer
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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
114- Through The Window
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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.
106- How is it?
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How is it that a strong woman Feels vulnerable like a child? Scared, alone, unsure, adrift How can one endure so much And still doubt? Divine light one day, Childlike insecurities the next. Tears flow down my cheek, Carrying the … Continue reading
105- So Full
I am full, oh so full
But not uncomfortably so.
No need to loosen my pants,
No indigestion.
Just a filling up of my heart
Letting out a sigh of relief
From the fullness of our steaming cup of love.
We sip together, nose to nose,
or separately, alternating between offering and receiving.
Settling in, digesting all the goodness.
My cup runneth over.
84- Seeds they are a flyin’
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Okay, I admit I am borrowing this material, but it captures something that I love. It captures a huge part of the reason I blog, why I always attempt to be raw, transparent and honest in my blogs. As I … Continue reading
77- Tar Baby
The battle within
A part of me crops up, like a spoiled child, wanting its way
A baby born out of the want for love, need for affirmation, the drive to seek acceptance
Born out of lack of love, security, fulfillment, awareness, acceptance
It is the self turned against Self
What do you want, and why won’t you go away? How can I know of understanding and acceptance and love, and yet not feel it?
The black voice, oozing in between the rays of golden light, like tar
Telling me I am not worthy, I will forever be alone, I will never be good enough, no one will love me unconditionally
Like tar, the more I try and clear it, the more it smears across my life
76- In the middle
In the middle, the juncture
The place where the words of loved ones battle for a place in my life
Let them battle. Let them have their say. I will not choose to follow either
Guided by more, I can no longer be the chameleon
Love meets judgement
In my inner child’s heart
A figment, a remnant of the falsehood I once embraced
Finding my way through a hall of mirrors
‘Incompetent, failure, false, shame, fear, judgement, guilt’
‘Joy, capable, competent, trustworthy, real, acceptance, Love…’
One reflection has no labels and looks nothing like Me, but feels like ME
In this mirror is All, a million stars, a love so expansive, it breaks all boundaries and yet holds All tenderly
Black shadows dancing, swirling, lunging, only to burst into a million more stars, and then a million more
Until all I know is All
71- I feel you
Love knows no separation.
My chest expands, my cheeks flush.
Electric passion courses up my spine, around my head, and up to the heavens, lifting my heart and lips in blissful smiles, blissful sighs.
When I close my eyes, I feel you.
When you touch me, I am seen.
Two souls dancing in the candlelight, caressing the space of one unified heart.
We breathe as one, bending, surrendering, supporting.
Loving.
Mid-night reverie, cartwheels under the stars.
My heart is overflowing into song!
I feel you.
I am you.