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Life lived more form Love than from fear is a life well lived!
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Benign Night Terrors
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Times like these
Too early for most things
Someone's car rattling itself awake for the umteenth time just outside my window
And my former reality
Threatens to crash in at any moment
And tear away the memories of that from which I have just re...
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Greetings of the Season
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Blessed Greetings of the season one and all!
I pray that this writing finds you happy and well
I am looking out of the huge wall'o'windows overlooking the Pacific at my dear friends Micheal and P...
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The Men And The Pit
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This was written on my first trip to Europe this past April, 2006 I was teaching Nia classes and my SHAMANTRA workshops. This poem was an an experience I had in a park in Hamburg one afternoon...amazing! SB
THE MEN AND THE PIT
They gather...
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Epiphany while teaching in Budapest
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FUNNY
I always thought that mastery was enough
And that an ernest search
Most certainly justified the means
But a means to what end?
The end is the beginning
The beginning the end
And a true master
Always approaches with beginners ...
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Times like these
Too early for most things
Someone's car rattling itself awake for the umteenth time just outside my window
And my former reality
Threatens to crash in at any moment
And tear away the memories of that from which I have just returned.
Joy and wonder become uncertainty become fear become bliss
All in the relative comfort of my own mind
A private screening of the New Cinema
Made for me, By me, Starring me
What is this emptiness?
This space in between that threatens me so with medriocrity, with neutrality,
with boredom?
The battle of the human being vrs the human doing?
Is it that I need so much electricity running through my being to feel alive?
Where, then, does it fit that I so deeply love the dance of stillness?
That I live for the clam after the storm
Or is it simply my belief that there must be a storm that is the problem?
Do I write these words for you, or for me
And will either of us ever read them again?
Will it make any difference if we do or if we don't?
Which brings us back to that question once again
What is life truely about?
How are you living?
And what, deeply, does it mean to follow my bliss?
Time change, reality check, space shift, mind morph, attitude adjustment
All good things, and all necessary
Yet still I ask "toward what end?
Sometimes it seems these things are the very answers themselves
At other times they seem to not remotely be enough.
Alas, my mind seems to have arrived once again
With a not particularly graceful THUD!
Right back here in present time
My eyes somewhat brighter and wider
The glitch in the matrix having been smoothed out, for now, once again~
:Move it along people...There's nothing to see here....
Saffire Bouchelion
2-22-2007
Thu, February 22, 2007 - 6:30 AM
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Blessed Greetings of the season one and all!
I pray that this writing finds you happy and well
I am looking out of the huge wall'o'windows overlooking the Pacific at my dear friends Micheal and Pamels's house in the wonderful city of San Francisco. I am surprised to find myself in front of the computer on this, the Solstice of 2006. The following is what I wrote upon conscious connection with this fact.
SOLSTICE 2006
The rain continues
Beyond the wall of grey
She continues to wash
Asking,hoping to cleanse~
Perhaps one day will allow her to~
A thing she asks, for now
and only out of Love
Perhaps one day she will tire of asking our permission~
Saffire Bouchelion
I'm not sure what the deal is with writing et al when I travel. Perhaps it is because I tend to get less physical excersize and all that energy has to go somewhere!!
Being in a bigger city the week before Christmas has really driven home first hand the consumption-driven insanity that this season has devolved into. Despite that though, I am finally beginning to unravel the layers a bit, doing strang things like getting full nights of sleep and the like! My 12 hour ride up here was quite a thing. Driving with a friend and her two young daughters. She said a quote to me that truely summed up a belief I have carried since my first true blossoming of consciousness. She said:
"If God were small enough for our minds, God wouldn't be big enough for our needs".
There are a lot of people claiming to have sole (soul?!) knowledge and ownership of the path to the unknowable. There are many unthinkable things that have been and continue to be done in the name of those who claim to have this knowledge. It is my prayer that this arrogance stops, and sooner than later.
My prayer for you, in this time of celebration for so many of differing lifestyles and beliefs, is that your meditations be upon the following:
What is Love
What is Life
How do I best support it
Nurture it
Sustain it
And expand it
For myself
And for you?
And with that, dear friends, I bid you goodbye until we dance again.
It is a magical life
May this be true in the deepset sense for you and yours
This and every day~
Blessings,
Saffire Bouchelion
Thu, December 21, 2006 - 11:20 PM
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This was written on my first trip to Europe this past April, 2006 I was teaching Nia classes and my SHAMANTRA workshops. This poem was an an experience I had in a park in Hamburg one afternoon...amazing! SB
THE MEN AND THE PIT
They gather, because it's what they do on Sunday Afternoon
It's what they've always done
40 to 70 in number
and age
they gather around the pit
where very importand things happen
and it is beautiful...
The pit itself
Nothing but a long square of earth,
sanded over just slightly, like powdered sugar
15 feet by 75 feet with a raised wooden border
But they gather, and very inportant things happen.
Raised voices,
some considerbly louder than others!
Six men, with a set of three same-colored balls each
Begin the ancient ritual of bowling once again.
The balls are all similarly sized rocks
And they live in a stone storage unit that exists at the end of the pit
It even has a metal lid with a lock
though it never is.
But they all come
And if even one were missing
The game would be different
And they would never do that to each other.
So they all come, they gather
Because it's what they do
Its what they've always done
They gather around The Pit
Where some very impotant things happen
And it is so beautiful...
Saffire Bouchelion April 22nd, 2006
Thu, November 30, 2006 - 1:02 AM
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FUNNY
I always thought that mastery was enough
And that an ernest search
Most certainly justified the means
But a means to what end?
The end is the beginning
The beginning the end
And a true master
Always approaches with beginners mind
I am asked again,
"Well then, just what did you come for?"
And after all this time my addictions remain the same
And though still I know better
Each time I am somehow a little bit closer
And a little bit clearer
Sometimes poison must be expressed, released, allowed
And all you can do is mind the how-s and the why-s
And its all so damned significant
for a bunch of fluff
that means nothing at all
Like cosmic cotton candy
You-d be better off eating the cardboard it-s attatched to
But this time I truely have Love
And I truely feel love
And most of the time
I truely believe it
So I suppose there-s nothing to do
But dust off the ol' uniform
and get back on into the game...
and thanks...for playing!
Saffire Bouchelion
Thu, November 30, 2006 - 12:38 AM
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September 5, 2007
Saffire!
What can I say...He taught me to hear once again the heartbeat of Mother Earth. Something that has changed my practice, my outlook on others, my life.
Thank you brother!
Jeff Elkins
Sound Therapist
Crystal Earth Rythms
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