Truth Be Told
I got inspired in this empty palace....AGAIN
Thu, April 30, 2009 - 2:51 AM
are you a cloud? maybe you are the blackness. or the sound of the crashing waves.
maybe you are that sweet calm i feel at the 2:34 am this morning...
i think i may have just wrote my way to Peace.
what would we be without the glorious poetry of eye and eye....asking why why why and answering with words that could only come from spirit.
god. is.
what a life this is.
it's this deep tenderness that i keep returning to. it's a kind of sorrow. i fear the great mystery sometimes... more often these past few months than i can remember...just a different flavor really.....but, i keep returning to this place time and time again so i can really LOOK at it. feel it. understand it. be at peace with it. to be with the Beloved is to be completely and utterly alone and to be completely and utterly at peace... and we get to share every fleeting & everlasting moment of it. we are all alone and all one.
ahhhhhhhhh....... what an incredible blessing it is to be ALIVE. what an incredible miracle. Life. sometimes all i can do is cry for all the beauty, the madness, the glorious creation...
i am returning to the MotherLand again.
thank you for being in my life.
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Thu, April 30, 2009 - 12:10 PM
It is a great world huh!
Love the sounds of happy!! Great words xoxo blessings |
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Fri, May 1, 2009 - 10:40 AM
I may be the star that gazes upon you and longs for your loving breath to sing the words of love and oneness.. being alone isn't so bad up here, as long as I can gaze upon your lovelyness..
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Sat, May 2, 2009 - 1:47 PM
:)
A Great Rose Tree by Rumi
_______________________ This is the day and the year of the Rose. The whole garden is opening with laughter. Iris whispering to cypress. The rose is the joy of meeting someone. The rose is a world imagination cannot imagine. A messenger from the orchard where the soul lives. A small seed that points to a great rose tree! Hold its hand and walk like a child. A rose is what grows from the work the prophets do. Full moon, new moon. Accept the invitation spring extends, four birds flying toward a master. A rose is all these, and the silence that closes and sits in the shade, a bud. |
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Wed, May 6, 2009 - 2:58 PM
I have rarely even been on tribe in the past 4 months but it is so nice to feel your essence and be present to the sweet truth of you, and your words that now resonate with me in healing nurturing ways of, well, resonance. Remembering hope. Through suffering, I remember to be greatful for all the beauty of this world. Thank you
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