imaginings

on my birthday

darylN — Wed, 14 May 2008 05:37:29 GMT

a vision swells within me while in the space of a sacred dance... a three year old me gleefully runs through a sun-drenched infinite field of white mums with heart open fully wide love pouring pouring out... it's the energy of the universe an ecstatic expansive oneness giddy and wild threatening to explode my consciousness into a billion billion pieces but instead cradled by the man that i continue to become... a safe container for the universe to experience itself and i crumple to the ground in awe and humility grateful so grateful

no more dream time

darylN — Sat, 12 Apr 2008 22:46:07 GMT

there is only *now* where your fingertips meet the manifest universe everything else is just a dream so it's time to awaken and play in each other's sweet company...

who am i? (part 2)

darylN — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 03:54:02 GMT

my body whispered to me tonight during yoga: "you're not alone, love... as long as i draw breath, i will be with you" my body led me to yoga tonight my mind was warning how hard it was going to be how i wasn't going to like it but i surrendered my head to my body chopped it off finally, again oh it's so desperate to run the show it conjures terrors of loneliness and insanity just to keep my attention but my body reminds me that this ain't a one trick pony show it's not my mind that connects me to mother earth it's my body that pleasures me with movement and song and sins of the skin only my body can keep me *in-this-moment* my mind doesn't have a clue how to do it and can only speculate about energy as matter while my body just does it carries my spirit through the material world my body is my spirit's lover funny how great love is sometimes right under our nose and we just have to see it

who am i? (part 1)

darylN — Sun, 17 Feb 2008 22:46:15 GMT

a dear friend, still in the depth of her suffering many months following the dissolution of her primary intimate partnership, declared that the genuine and sincere unconditional love of her friends, could not relieve the deep deep loneliness that is her constant companion -- love like she had never known before, had left her... ...and i wonder who is this mythical creature that we all desperately seek who taunts us by *almost* being within reach but ever elusive even when it seems we are in its midst? i'm left feeling the unavoidable answer is that that creature is me and that terrifies me beyond measure and prompts me to cry out to the infinite universe that extends in every direction away from myself and infinitely into myself: please, please, somehow, someway, let me find that *lover*, that *truth*... god, that *comfort*... within myself... because i'm so damn afraid that it's not there, and what will only ever greet me is my own emptiness and abject terror... i'm not ready to be god to generate that pure pure love it's too big a job can't someone, something out there just do it for me bring it to me, complete me... god, aren't you there? but, do i have a choice in becoming god? i can keep god away through prayer or through denial as i've likely done in other life times but perhaps it's not until in one of these embodied iterations i can muster the courage to move through this thick shroud of terror with humility and grace to finally discover the truth of WHO I AM: PURE LOVE... it must be there, it must.