SPACE OF LOVE

old air

shiri — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 10:04:31 GMT

some time just want to be old and to know all that is there in this silence of unquestionable future where words doesn't need to spread much further like trees that knowing the fall will come preparing for the lost of their leaves again. delicate skin exposed to the sunlight,to the rains ,to all that wish to see or touch. with the strength of spring wisdom, every vain of the roots is perfectly blend in the familiar soil. in this unchanging home,with no replace for this ground, i hear the blessed aging sound.

the end of the red moon year.....

shiri — Thu, 26 Jul 2007 07:53:10 GMT

today it is finish,a new year is coming on us, my red moon year was so powerfull im giving thanks for all the spirits she brought with her. it seems like going throgh a big storm,and geting socket from the rain,and in the same time growing so much like aflower thet have a strong seed in the ground and blooming and his roots are geting stronger, the endless magical wisdome of neture touching all the leaves,and with the stormes and wind we shell spred our seeds,far across all oceans,a part of us is evrywher,but we are here feeling the earth ,loving the sun and her worm light ,brighten colore,for we expirience the grey of the winter, and the days we hed no sunlight ,mornings of an empty,lonly haert seed in the fields. im runing in this wide open space,everlasting moument inhaile,and exhaile ,in this reathem of the ocean wave,the world is breathing me inside and out ,im breathing him so deep i feel him in my stomech, like a child growing in my womb,im holding my self on the center of my body and im feeling the earth,and all flowers,and all seassone the sunshine and moonglow coming from the inside.

beauty-khalil jibran

shiri — Thu, 08 Mar 2007 12:57:12 GMT

On Beauty And a poet said, "Speak to us of Beauty." Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? The aggrieved and the injured say, "Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us." And the passionate say, "Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us." The tired and the weary say, "beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow." But the restless say, "We have heard her shouting among the mountains, And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions." At night the watchmen of the city say, "Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east." And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, "we have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset." In winter say the snow-bound, "She shall come with the spring leaping upon the hills." And in the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair." All these things have you said of beauty. Yet in truth you spoke not of her but of needs unsatisfied, And beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted. It is not the image you would see nor the song you would hear, But rather an image you see though you close your eyes and a song you hear though you shut your ears. It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden for ever in bloom and a flock of angels for ever in flight. People of Orphalese, beauty is life when life unveils her holy face. But you are life and you are the veil. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and your are the mirror

the other half of earth

shiri — Thu, 15 Feb 2007 01:31:49 GMT

first days in a new realty new and yet so old im still a forner ,stranger in my home, home, but my heart is still so far seams like forever ive been serching,diggin in this ground and now it is so deep,and still ther is no one here nothing realy calling me to stey i shold go again to the andless sunset to all of the unfinish treils and im still sweaming in all oceans,still dreaming you sleeping in my armes when morning bells making the sound of the angels when the orange color of the leaves look so unreal i remember now how was the feeling of loving again and i am so far from orange leaves and far from morning illussion far from all what we touched in the fields of my childhood im going far in to my heart again anew order from inside a new vision in a new light collecting evry moument to my never ending wisdome nekkles and on this dusty treil my foot prints are still so fresh , like i was never gone.

human

shiri — Tue, 12 Dec 2006 18:57:12 GMT

not christian or jew or muslim,not hindu buddhist,sufi or zen not any religion or cultural system, i am not from the east or the west,not out of the ocean or up from the ground,not natural or ethereal,not composed of elements at all.i do not exist, am not an entity in this world or next did not descend from adam&eve or any origin story.my place is the placeless a trace of the traceless,neither body or soul. i belong to the beloved have seen the two worlds as one and that one call to and know, first ,last,outer,inner only that breath breathing human being.

in vision

shiri — Mon, 11 Dec 2006 20:17:40 GMT

i see it in me in you all that is us blooming flowers of the deasert calling me , armes open wide to recive me back to all that is me,you air,breath i am home breathing you in to me i am far but with, i am with but with out in and out,from the side to the center from your eyes to the sun from my soul to the oness ,to the andless skys from mountain top,singing the words out , strong in the power of here in the power of real i and i in god to be.

harvest dreams

shiri — Fri, 08 Dec 2006 21:08:43 GMT

i have just one more moment to stay here and look, i have left with just one piece of quiet moments that exist between the souls between flames between peacfull beats followed with all that is tied in your hair,and its touching me right now. eyes burning inside, and body that stand still while my heart is diving, im still carring this look that posses me now im only asking not to forget this light, that droping from your finger tips i have one last short moment to sing in front of you without falling, one more second of living rew sweet taste one more passion with out a doubt.

full feel

shiri — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 09:15:30 GMT

gamble everything for love if your a true human being, if not leave this gethering dont wait any longer, dive in the ocean,leave and let the sea be you silent absent,walking an empty road,all praise

change of a sseason

shiri — Fri, 06 Oct 2006 00:21:01 GMT

like a pluge thats spreading in side of me, im asking so many questions again, feel like im a stranger when looking for knowledge in side my heart, now im little bit above the ground,feeling transparent ayes piercing so deeply,and im just fading for amoument like a change of sseason and in side still blowing sun, its a little bit like swiming in the ocean,and some times i allso drown, waves of peacfullness waves of enger and sadness touching so profound, wierd sinking in times that have past. i stop from existing in the moument that is now, and breathing memories touching the ground now in liteness of seperation,ground thats constantly exchanging under me, and now im breathing skies, i want to remember evrything and glow, to remember the smell of the rain in the world thats eround me, above and below i exist now between the drops fading in side all souls.

SHINE

shiri — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 07:44:59 GMT

LIFE ARE COMING BECK,THRU THE TREES IM GOING INSIDE MY SOUL, AND LOVE IN THE HEART OF MINE GROWING. IM SINGING TO THE MOUNTAINS, SENDING YOU PEACFULLNESS OF MORNING BIRDS IN THE WOODS. DEASERT SAND FOR THE GOLDEN MOUMENTS, SUMMER CHERRYS FOR THE PASSION OF THE HEART.

FOLLOWING THE HEART

shiri — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 07:34:48 GMT

FOLLOWING THE HEART WE WILL GO BROTHERS AND SISTERS PARENTS AND TEACHERS, FOLLOWING THE HEART TOWARDS THE SPRING,BEYOND OUR PARENTS GRAVE,CULTURE IS TRANSFORMED AND KISSES THE TREE OF LIFE, WITH OUR OFFERING OF SALT AND WATER WITH THE ETERNITY OF OUR LOVE ONE WORLD ONE LOVE ONE GOD A TRIBE OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS,DWELLS TOGETHER WHOLNESS EMBRACES US ALL..

sol en mi alma

shiri — Fri, 02 Jun 2006 18:37:24 GMT

in the eyes i see the sun,i can see the trees in my skin, in the earth i feel my hart beating, when the water touching and the soul become so clear. im going now dont know wher i will be found, but somthing is calling ,deep ocean sound. i am part of you now, we are part of the whole, in my hart your smiling eyes like a sunrise, but im walkin all alone, beliving in the awaking thet is in the dream.

on the rode,letting peace come

shiri — Sun, 21 May 2006 18:19:22 GMT

alweys on this path... moving serching picking the fruit of earth wisdome so much to luern from her, so much love to give,light and freedome i miss home,but home is evrywher i go i bless this mother of us, bless the neveranding journy this school ,the present of here and now, and all the moons and stars thet serounding me all is one, one love jah love