..in.spi.re..

honest

   Fri, October 5, 2007 - 11:26 PM
its like i hear everything through water
and nothing is ever clear.
and i feel totally desperate.
to hear.
and sometimes i cant even see.
i find i want to delete this all the time.
delete the pictures and wonder whether the people will disapear right along with the internet
and its like a world of ghosts brushing past me
everyday
so i wake up and feel broken inside
all over
again



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Fri, October 5, 2007 - 11:52 PM
it's your turn love
dearest hero
seeing and and hearing are from the head
feeling is from the body (heart and tummy mostly)

maybe its time to stop thinking and just feel your way around for a while...
until it feels right...
useing your senses to create the loveliest inner image of yourself
for only you to enjoy .
we already love what we experience in you
it's your turn love
namaste
Rafael
Sat, October 6, 2007 - 1:32 AM
krystal clear water
awwwwww buuuuudy! (total big eyed smile timez)
clear smear, whats a puddle without a little mud anyway? splish splash, bring your wellys, paint clouds on them and fley even...
don't be afraid of the power of your dreams, you have so many glowing keys just waiting to be used, they are the tips of your fingers,
what doors do you wanna open, what ones can now be locked shut?
you are such a special tree heart, whole and rooted all nicely, with thick velvet deep wait-less sap, oozing...
you are you and nothing else, what else is there,
outside inside, things and stuff, past future blah blah blah.
you know........ you know you know....remember?
knock knock.....who's there?
Sun, October 7, 2007 - 9:11 PM
the last one was october 9. 2006

i love you
it is when things feel lost that they are finally found
it is when we realize we know nothing that we know everything
it is when you love you that the in breath is like still water and the out breath understanding
Mon, October 8, 2007 - 7:46 AM
h . e . r . o

divine angel wing glide
shadow dance dare
stepping up to the inside
i see you brave
i see you tall
long braid
palms out
total surrender
calling home
you are Mother of all