The Happy Virus

I caught the happy virus last night

When I was out singing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious -

So kiss me.

The minute I heard my first love story,

I started looking for you, not knowing

how blind that was.



Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,

they're in each other all along.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

I swear I will not dishonor my soul with hatred, but offer myself humbly as a guardian of nature, as a healer of misery, as a messenger of wonder, as an architect of peace.

EVERY BLADE OF GRASS HAS ITS ANGEL THAT BENDS OVER IT AND WHISPERS, "GROW, GROW".

Barn's burnt down . . .
Now I can see the moon.

The only reason we don't open our hearts and minds to other people is that they trigger confusion in us that we don't feel brave enough or sane enough to deal with. To the degree that we look clearly and compassionately at ourselves, we feel confident and fearless about looking into someone else's eyes.

"In ALL that is in the world dwell Holy Sparks, no thing is empty of them. In the actions of men also -- indeed, even in the sins that a man does -- dwell Holy Sparks of the Glory of God waiting to be liberated by man and raised by him to the Higher World." -- The Ba'al Shem Tov

And jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

She stands at the cross-roads of three roads...that's where you'll find the entrance to her realm. She is always there during both the full and especially the dark moon to open and close the gateway from here to there and back again (hopefully). Her secret nature is that she is very kind and generous. Should you meet her on your path, standing ... at the crossroads, you should count yourself lucky. However, never let on that you know or even suspect what I'm telling you here (about her secret nature) or you could be in for quite a shock--since she protects her gentle spirit behind a mask which is both hideous and terrifying. And to make matters even worse, the mask is itself alive and sentient as well as very deadly--and tailored to the individual. Respect this mask, but don't believe in it...for just behind it is a beauty that would break your heart, and I mean literally...
By Janna Hart

If You Don't Stop That

I used to live in
A cramped house with confusion
And pain.
But then I met the Friend
And started getting drunk
And singing all
Night.

Confusion and Pain
Started acting nasty,
Making threats,
With talk like this,
"If you don't stop 'that' -
All that fun -
We're
Leaving."

Oh soul,
you worry too much.
You have seen your own strength.
You have seen your own beauty.
You have seen your golden wings.
Of anything less,
why do you worry?
You are in truth
the soul, of the soul, of the soul.
You are the security,
the shelter of the spirit of Lovers.

"He who has perfect confidence in the ultimate success of the Great Work bears witness to his faith by unremitting endeavors to transform appearances of failure into evidences of victory!"

I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith, while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy; nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
Chapter I, verse 58

I ask you to sacrifice nothing at mine altar; I am the God who giveth all.

Light, Life, Love; Force, Fantasy, Fire; these do I bring you: mine hands are full of these.

There is joy in the setting-out; there is joy in the journey; there is joy in the goal.

Only if ye are sorrowful, or weary, or angry, or discomforted; then ye may know that ye have lost the golden thread, the thread wherewith I guide you to the heart of the groves of Eleusis.

My disciples are proud and beautiful; they are strong and swift; they rule their way like mighty conquerors