Life, More.

Breathing out, slow

Listen, The Gaps

beyond The

Words.

Breathing In Full

No Fear Of

Missing Out.

Stop trying,

seeking, searching,

running.

 

Yes, more, life,

Finds Flows To Me

content,

There is enough, ground,

surrendered, real,

To You, To Me, To Us,

aware dear One to

Pause, reflect, accept,

expand

and So Simple, Let It, more Life,

Come In.

 

 How Old Is Silence?

How perfect is creation?

As nature, perfect, whole, complete,

Naturally, Now,

Drink alive absolutely

from Your Own Well,

First,

And then begin, to fill,

Dear Sun,

again.

 

~ live, love, laugh

 

Seasons cycle, mirrors

life 

listens...

"about last night..."

Son.

 

Txx

 

Stop

Trying, Working, Seeking,

 So Damn Hard,

Instead,

Surrender

To Your Innate Beauty.

Happiness Is

Who You've Always Been

Love, More

Than Enough.

 

Salty Summer Days of A Teddy Bares Picnic,,,

"So we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry."
F. Scott Fitzgerald

Surreal Beauty At Sunrise
#vibrant #light #exquisite

Oh, The Places You'll Go at Burning Man! .

 

"Happy Holy days

The Extended Tribe

Fun Family Picnics,
All Water Babes

Fishing, skiing, surfing, diving,

Hymns Beach, Green Patch, Husky Pub 

Magic Moments and Many Mad Memories

Teddy Bears and Sailing Boats
Long, serene evenings, silence, afloat.

The Ndear Point, where Ancient fossils found

Christmas pudding, Santa Claus and wild walks at dusk

Dogs, Pepi and Bruno, Grandy's Shed and The Zoo...

Fresh Fine Cut Grass, bike rides, some slower scooter haze,

Of Swimming and Sunning and Laughing on Fine Summer Days"

 

~ childgood, childhood

 

Saint Georges Basin

Oh The Places You'll Go

Our Fun Summer Playground

Thank you Sheps and The Potts.
Many Parties Unique 

We Got To Escape.
Slow, down, Breathe Out
So grateful that,
Mum Did
To.

 

Txx
 

Teddy Bear,
and Teddies... Bare...,
🔥🔥🔥
Naughty and Nice
So Cute, Teddy, Woof,
fire and ice.
I adore THAT spice....
 

 

"Full Moons can be a time of major change,
bringing our personal affairs into stark contrast,
creating self-effacement and much-needed endings,
but also, draw out the need for empathy and reconciliation.

Yes we are curiously different.

"Variety is the spice of life", they say.

We either welcome or reject diversity.

The exotic Sagittarian MOON fully reflects the projected mentality of the Geminian SUN.

Nothing exposes narrow intelligence more than a varied, broad-minded context;
nothing betrays ignorance more than a self knowledge perspective;
nothing exposes the Cult of Busy more than Self care, a calm and soothing presence.
nothing debunks bigotry more than being confronted by a foreign reality.

Look at your choices
Look at the quality of your ideas.
Are they welcome?
What no longer serves your highest purpose?"

Thank you Ang
Cosmic Bus

Mother Moon.

"The stirring of Self-awareness is spanda – “to move a little”

(kimcit calana) – for the subtle creative pulse of the universe as it manifests

 into the dynamism of living form.

 

It makes Absolute Consciousness vibrant and expansive,

and it is this activity that is the basic source of all creative manifestation.

Everything that exists, sentient and insentient, is a result of this stirring of spanda.

— B. N. Pandit,

Specific Principles of Kashmir Shaivism

(3rd ed., 2008),

#shifthappens #beginnings #sweetertimes #depth #discernment #fun #joy
#vibrant #light #exquisite
#vle

Watery Wonder, Lands

 

I Sea You

like joining the dots

When you've dived deep

New Whole Mystery

A Whole New Vista

Awakes In Me.

 

Water weightless

Slow Motion tides

seeing things beneath you,

in The Ms Story

of the see

 

Same as Soaring Eagle

Gliding, time stands still,

Seen Patterns, Habits,

Gentle Thermals

Slow, Break, a rise on wing.

 

You See Things

Sea, sky, deep, high,

Like long inhaled held breaths

Shared with friends

"Dive Buddies!"

So just, just

Weigh Two Soon

 

The Words,

were coming then

honour was so easy

Two Sea where depths

May Lie and Does,

 

But

Join The Diving Dots,

Watch The Soaring Leaks,

Observe The Lack Of Purpose

Broken,

 

Trust Shared Friends

Simple, See, But Friends

I Know Not Yet

Not strangers

But

Trust Broken shared is

Not For Me,

You Sea...?

 

Txx

 

 

#animals #love #nature

 

Trust

I felt trust slip away
sand like salt through
pink wounds, bitter Boards
in a once friendly
Lion Of Fire.

~ sharing

Add Ventures of A Life, Time.

Kali
 

"I thought you would strike fear into the very depths of my being.

Fierce One, Goddess of Time.

And yet your power is a level of loving devotion that I would never have imagined.

She calls to me.

She calls to my aching, longing soul.

She calls to me to let my heart go and shatter completely.

Let the crumbling husks of the old paradigms of love scatter to the four winds.

To be raw and open and burn on the funeral pyre of rebirth.

To be reborn into the deepest truth of authentic, present, passionate love.

Scattering myself like petals at her feet,

I
 hear her Phoenix song calling me."

Of all the forms of Devi,

Kali is the most compassionate because She provides

moksha or liberation to Her children.

She is the counterpart of Shiva the destroyer.

Together,

They are the destroyers of unreality.

The ego sees Mother Kali and trembles with fear because
the ego sees in Her its own eventual demise.

A person who is attached to her ego will not be receptive to
Mother Kali
and she will appear in a fearsome form.

A mature soul who engages in spiritual practice to remove the illusion of the ego sees
Mother Kali as very sweet, affectionate, and overflowing with
 incomprehensible love for Her children.

 

 

Attaching the idea of sexuality to Mother Kali has no basis in Her at all.

There is nothing that associates Her with sexuality in the Hindu stories.

 

In fact it is just the opposite.
 

She is one of the few Goddesses who is celibate practicing austerity and renunciation!

The notion that She is the goddess of death, sex and violence is simply utter nonsense.
 

When we study the life of the great saint Ramakrishna or the great poet saint Ramprasad (both famous Kali worshippers), or listen to the traditional Hindu devotional songs to Kali,

there is no hint of this death-sex-violence notion.

 

 "The Black Goddess of Dakshineswar"

by Elizabeth Harding.

 

"It's amazing how quickly we can get used to accepting horrible treatment.

 

That's what unconscious partners count on, your starving heart putting up with
less than you deserve and pretending it's enough.

 

That's why the more you see your worth, realize your value, acknowledge your brilliance
and stand with others who never stop reminding you of these things,
the unconscious ones won't stick around.

 

See, they can't feed their toxicity on your heart when it's full to the brim of self love,
because you won't stand for it.

 

You're too fiercely devoted to your own wild spirit and authentic truth to accept
anything less than soul deep love."

 

Thank you

Kali, Ara, Steve, Sally, Vanessa, Shen, Donna, Coll, Gus, Eve, Josh, Victoria, Brene 
and Teddy

They Know Good Shift.

 

And what do you know....?

#butterfingers #obese #unfit #arrogant

 

"I Hear Everything..."

Sgt Shultz

 

Learn It Leaders,

As a high school lead learner of thirty years, the most enjoyable, and rewarding times were always invested learning with the learners.

I rarely spent time with students or pupils, and certainly not with those misbehaving, comfort seekers, the rambunctious coffee swilling, agenda driven ferals, some call teachers,

Whatevs...

You know Those Teachery Ones,

"Ye Olde Worlde of Thy Fixed Mind Set.
And I Have A Piece of Paper From A Hallowed Hall Of Higher learning
To Prove I'm A Success At Education.
So sit down, shut up and soak in my all knowing glory....
YOU have tests to fail...."

Oh lordy me, how I despised THOSE "teachers", 'cos they knew jack about the learning that really mattered. Yeah, right, I know... revelation, much....?
#noshitsherlock

Nup, instead,
I invested my heart and soul in and with learners.
The cracked ones, the crazy ones, the creatives who questioned everything, graciously.

Learners who came in all shapes, sizes, ages, textures and creeds.

Learners do not discriminate, learners are open, learners easily let beliefs go and see the richness of greys and rainbows, less so in polarised blacks and whites.
Learners are in rhythm, learners are in flow, learners are laughers and fearless when it comes to mistakes.

Perfect Students who got Top marks are mostly One Dimensional, boring, vapid and dry.
Mostly people Pleasing Perfectionists, Doing The Work For An Other,
"Hi mum, hi dad, hi school, hi society, hi higher pay check...." How hi do ya really wanna get....?

You can't grow higher from 100%.
You've filled that education box, ticked tightly, seal that I'm Done, I Scored, message
No Thing Grows when you're that full.
Usually Of your Self.

Instead for me, Imperfect Learners who get (and created many) mistakes are The Top Marks.
They owned the responsibility for learning.
They owned their responsibility for reading and researching and making connections, seeing patterns, understnding cause and effect (karma) continuty and asking questions.
Lotza questing.
Learners inhabit a rich messy noisy active world ( I adore quiet reserved learners, the intrinsic creatives, who are messy, active, loud internally even more!) not indulged, indifferent, learning passives, "just give me the pre packaged education script so I Can Pass The Goddamn Test"

Learners are also Not Waiting For The Golden Handshake or Their Parents To Bail Them Out.

Learners were not attending simply to do a job, score a mark, get a golden wonka ticket to The Next Level of life, (be that cushy comforts, long holidays or short days....welcome to my cliche, said The Night Mare... of too many systemic addicts, supposed titled as lead learners, but in fact career educationalists who weren't learners in and of life, at all)

Learners were there to live, love and laugh, For and at At Them Selves.
Learners were there to collaborate, co-operate, masticate, chew things over....
And let's face it, sho doesn't LOVE lunch time.... yay let's get social
Best period of a school day for just about everyone.... how sad... that the best learning was only One hour a day.
That's why we Cre (ate) a lot in our classes. We LOVED to eat.
We gobbled up stories, we strummed a few bars, we munched down on poems, we heated debates, we froze drama moments, we tasted our words and art twice, once in the moment and once after, just to see if we'd left anything out the recipe. Or could add even more flavour on reflection...

For that is where real progress. real learning, is created.
When we create, take action, and try new things without fear of failure.
The end product might look and taste like Shite, but who cares, it's not just about the loaf in the fire, the creativity of cooking is always fun.
Especially the patience to wait and see if The Bun In The Oven Is actually rising.... or not...
The you really can say "The Dog Ate My Homework..." srsly, dogs are soooo cool.
Like That.

Learners are discerning,
learners are curious and insatiable,
learners listen and observe far more than they speak,
learners innovate and pay attenton to details.
Learning is Life long,
so some cliches say.

For what is a "school" if it is not firstly a place to learn.
About Life. And Death, And natural cycles.
Holistically.

Never The End
As The Never Ending Story
Learned Us.

Txx

(Teachers ARE the bomb. In awe of real messy teachers. Heart felt, passionate ones. Those who walk the talk, are Lead Learners and model learning, well qualified, certified, active, alive, innovators and risk takers )

Shit That Matters. To Me.

Nature, dance, goosebumps, energy, eyes, music and laughter.

Light Spirit and Life Blood with Core,

Values

My Language

 

Oh and

#redwine #chocolate #cheese #coffee #fastcars #motorbikes

Help My Languages

Breathe 

 

Unbusy.

 

Create Time

For What's Most Important

Now.

#uncomonbond or #soulmate or #woundmate

Chugging In Harmony

  

This Is Life

The Parallel Rails

We support, without consuming

We stay close, without smothering

We offer balance, as grounded sleepers,

We are The Space We Need

The Gaps of Solitude

Stillness and Progress

Be and Do

Yin and Yang

 

We happily ride our own rail without Crossing Paths

Freedom To Be Alone, Unique, yet still touching lightly, teamed

Inter-dependent, Not codependent

Anticipating, sharing, beautifully supporting sleepers.

Sometimes splinters, sometimes hard wood

Sometimes flowing, well oiled, sometimes less.

 

But Never, The Less,

Steady Rhythms, chugging In harmony

Fires Stoked, Steam Rises,

always there, rising relentless Rails,

We May Slow For The Mountain

We Drink Of The Well

We Race, Go Down,

Spacious Rail

We Clickety Clack, Wildness and Wellness

We Travel Well.

 

For God Forbid,

If Our Rails Ever Did Cross

The Level Crossings Cease

We Crowd and cross too often

There is Only One Future direction

Our Rail Net Work Heads

Growing, Going Away.

De-railed, our life

train, wrecked.

 

Txx

 

 “Wound-mates are those relationships that are sourced in unresolved emotional patterns, issues and holdings. Not to be confused with soul-mates, which will also trigger shadowy material to the surface, but which hold a greater deal of promise. At the heart of soul-mate connections is an opportunity to work with the shadow in a growthful manner—working the material as grist for the soul mill—while wound-mates just flounder in the mud, trigger after trigger, downward spiral after downward spiral, attached at the waste.”

 

~ Jeff Brown

Eli and Caspers NYC Big Day Out
(with Teddy,,,,)
Happily Holding Space on Their Parallel Rail

 

Grief Leaves When Its Held

I wish
people who pretend
they understand
would just stop.



and.



pause.




Slow way down
and awaken
To The Realisation
It is not understanding
you could possibly have.

But maybe a fine attuned holding
In silence.
In space
In The sweeter saying of
No Thing
accepts with your
full Love

~ grief

{1968, 1970, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1979, 1981}

Rain Bows.

Watch The watchers
The last to speak
The One who offers most
Te deep silence of shaded pools

Listen to The Distant Silence
Listen to The vast gaps of grey
boundless energy
waiting to lash, not cruel, nor defiant,
Just, Just, Just,
It is Just what it is.

Full wattage, empowered
accumulated wisdom
Of rolling grey nomad
storm clouds
deliverers of life
drops, sweet honeyed
self contained,
succulence.
births

~ Rain Bows

storm eyes bend,
don't break
They Deliver.
Lightning quick
third eye
alive

Txx

Bew Tee Full Pee Poll

 

Awakening is not an experience per se, nor a state of mind --

it is simply being in touch with what is most deeply true,

that aspect of you that is always present as pure and simple and free Being,

and allowing actions to spontaneously arise from that place.

Awakening is ever-deepening love for the truth,

ever-expanding love for the simple miracle of being alive & aware.

Know, Knot hear

Two ahhh-bide

Buy con

Ventions

 

eyemmm 

Inn sted

HEAR 2 challenge

quest E On ever Ree Fink

ewed even want two go

their?

 

Luv Me Sum

20-6 sim bulls

a range as ewe will

 

Sew Men EE

Bewty Full Peep Ell

 

Klick Key pret he wons

and

Butta Flie De Ranged

so shell poll on

pluckers.

 

Rite On

thrill Seakers

 

 

When we are totally unclothed –

of all our spiritual concepts and fantasies of certain, safe knowing

– love will show us what we are.

When the known crumbles away,

all that remains is this burning heart.

There is nothing more alive than that.

There is nothing more sacred than that.

There is nothing safer than that.

Do Nuts, Donuts. Go Nuts.

Pitter Patter
I Hear Pretty Feat
Pitter patter
I feel The Growing Pain
Pitter Platter
I smell of
Of Two Mush Food....
Pity
Path
et
Tick
That phat donut was then
This is Now,
King Duncan?
Knows
Donuts Dunkun'
and
Old McDonald's
Big MacBeth?

Tock, The Stock Clock Stops,
Alice sez, why knot ete?
The Crumbs of Hole Ness
Not Loch Ness Monsters
Donots as Donuts Are Upon Us

Shall I imbide THAT DO NUT crumb
The do Not whole?
Is calorie free.... ?
Do I suck it up, that hole,
crumb of Love?

Do I expect To Be Free
Slim Svelte me
as wanton world
dough,
nut,
free
wants Me To Be?

Please Do Eat Nuts,
Do Nuts, eat?
Eat my whole?
Just Eat Me Hole
Devour Donuts,
They Good For
ya'll.

E
special
lee
Fried
with Ice
Ing.

So Do Not Fear
Little Won
Rub Tum
Eat The Hole and Eat The Whole
Just watch out for stray hares
(and white rabbits)
Down There
In Donut Land.

Re-member Stomach
Harm moan Ee
Continuously Seeks Itself.
Thank You Maddest
sHatter

txx

Safe House

Right Now,
This Safe Place
It may become a Home
For multitudes of reasons,
Which In The Unfolding
I may or not,
shall share.
I've never really had a
Safe Place To Breathe
Be Free, Be Me

As Then Creator
Struck Bell
Tolled Me Well
as Two Died
since then
seed planted
This Ancient Era of
Deadly Deaths
Ungrieved since
Augustus Ten
one thousand years plus
nine hundred and
seventy nine

This cave, this womb. this cocoon,
a hidden olde skool My Space
a Top Floor safe place of
base, foundation, sanctuary
allows peace and pieces to
iterate, fresh dance as Thy
Gentle Rain, water falls,
feel Home again
No Thing
Like Your Local
Inn.

As fear and death and
all the scars and rancid smells
of old sewer sides,
recede, like tired tides,
ebb and flow, Moon Lifted
Moon Landed solid,
grounded, allows Son,
The once wild pendulum
slows.

Fresh Air,
more perfect prana,
mana from Heaven
Write Hear, rises like the
gentle wisp of zephyr
kiss upon my finest hair.

I look forward, and up, and in,
To sharing more
In safety
In kindness
In soft and kind
and care.
Become intimate
with all that is Me
(and far more importantly
Not me or mine....)
Each To Their Own


That'll Be The Day
Not When The Music Died,
But when
The Symphony Scores
The Magic Conducted
Truly Lives Within.

When 1979, not Dies,
But Resurrects From
Hallowed Well
Notated Cave,
And shakes it's
mother fucking
Wilder Golden Light
At You,
The World,
Inverse.

Txx

Death of A Dream

Once
I used to travel lightly, nightly
The words were fluid
The pages many
The chapters, finished
The love eternal.

Fly
travel far and see
whirl, energy of Father
Crystal rock was carried
Visit lucid paths and totems

Door
That One Common Cold night,
Walking, flying, laughing, talking
Slammed shut, the locked shock
Face, heart and soul got planted

Why?
Why was this The Waking Break
You unknowingly umprisoned
The Son Set solid that night
behind your key holed selfish door.

Dark
It settled further, tight, breathless
airless and obscene.
Dark jumper grew tight, until he did.
The snowy highway, once icy light
astral plane gorging gorgeous views
each flake unique, it melted then
rank locked doors puddled me,
not to be seen again.

Now
Ashes rise the garden ripe
return To Eden, books alive tell tales as
ink blood rises. Life flows again
like Eternal Golden Brown. This
Life Cycled Honey Pot
called "My Dreams",
Awake.

Txx

Let Space Grow.

Now next precipe

of gentle cusp calls,

Rising, Light Rose comes

as Leaps Of Faith,

the stepping through,

the flying burning,  

 going down, also

Rises, Shines.

 

In The Going Of

love beam parts, 

as sun sets fragments whole,

Warm me, stir me, nourish us
creator,

Both seeded soil and

tender shoots do shine.
 

 

Hold Me,
Fruitful Wildnerness
softly, gently, wilfully

With You To You As You,

This, The Infinite Well

Of All Our Nature,
Love.

 

Be, Hear, See,

By Our Many Sides
Let your light cusps and
wily shadow dancers be
Pleased and sated,
finally, free.

Txx
 

Luceat Lux Vestra

~ Life Cycles

 

 

Heat Rises, In And You.

Like Thoreau, as Kerouac

Rilke, Hesse and Frost knew too

The Quest Of The Dream

Trees, every child should Know,

cabins and fevers and solitude

with you,

Explode, Explore, Excite,

Release in Life and love and laughter

To.

So,

Somewhere To Sit,

slow, simple, serene,

Weighs of Inner Whirls

Rise,

open petal supine,

prised, parted, moist

precious Stream

Can Cascade, to a trickle,

as full bodied waters

Fall a fiery flow

in you.

So

Eye Sit, hear,

not to watch time

nor two care for

time on watch,

But, knot as tree not fells,

Butt feels, tells, whispers

with wisdom of the rings

well kept,

Be

as that gentle raindrop,

the imperfect pearl,

the cell before cells

of storm and foamy

life gristle.

Thank you

Nature

for taking me

In

To Me, Two Sea,

Your first dew drop from

river deep mountain high.

The liquid risings,

ocean depths fully heated,

Happy Ending never cease

Be, cause, affects, tides,

never tired,

come and come and go and go

Moon, River, Sun, Rise,

Knowing, Twice Us,

We Were Never Bourne

Nor Can We

Ever Die.

Txx

Subtle Northern Lights, Moons, Sets and Rises

If You Love Something It Will Work as there is nothing more powerful than an idea who's time has come. I'm not sure what I'll do, but I want to go places, see people, I want my mind to grow, live where things happen on a big scale, I want to slip briskly into an intimacy from which we never recover, I want to stay close to people who feel like sunlight, drink bubbles on rooftops at 3am and dance my arse off because everyone IS watching.... Yes, there are all kinds of love in this beautiful world, but never the same love twice. Yes, I Get By With a little help from My Friends as I Dream You, Breathe You, Dance You, into existence. So grateful for the divine love we ground and share and taste with a nostalgic longing to be near again to someone that is distant. Or that has been loved and then lost for the love that remains not only exists, it grows in vibrancy, texture, spectrum with heartfelt passion and fire. I am finding my way as Love Leads, Home to me. I Want It, me, You, us, Here, Full, Wild, tasted twice, like the poetry you write and wear.

#poetry #literature

Teddy Bare

hold me as
indigo ocean holds
river stories, treasures,
gifts, deep from drops of
Mountain frosted
Dew.

May soft storm
cloud, come, sea me,
as the falling gentle
Reigns Of Heaven
consumate
devour
The Love
I Have, For You.

~ Nature

Dreams, Green Lights. And Piano's

 

 

Piano Is Evil
Amanda Is Brilliant

All Levels.

That Is All. Carry On.

 

Txx

 

Listen to Amanda, in her own words.

 

And Then Join Her On Patreon

 

"this is PIANO IS EVIL. a live piano+voice endeavor based on my 2012 kickstarter-funded album "Theatre is Evil", which i recorded with a full band: The Grand Theft Orchestra

(bass! drums! guitars! horns! strings! SYNTTTHHHHS!).

the original “Theatre is Evil” is available for FREE/pay-what-you-want at amandapalmer.net. it was originally funded by almost 25,000 people on kickstarter and i am forever grateful for their backing. PIANO IS EVIL was made possible by over 8,000 people supporting

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love,
AFP

"Many are familiar with the term “holding environment” as elucidated by Winnicott,
a warm and poetic description of a relational configuration rooted in
empathic attunement and right-brain to right-brain resonance.

As the matrix of secure attachment, it provides the rich, creative terrain from which we can explore reality, resting and playing in unstructured states of being. From this ground of safety and creativity, we journey out of the familiar, experiment with our vulnerability,
and stay embodied to the full range of human feeling.

Any effective holding environment is weaved of qualities of contact and space,
dancing in the holy middle where there is intimacy without fusion,
closeness without engulfing, tenderness without impinging.

This is the soil from a little baby’s brain and heart and nervous system grow.
What a miracle.
Real magic.

While honoring the interpersonal aspect of holding, there is a transpersonal dimension as well.

From this perspective, open awareness itself is the ultimate holding environment.

Training ourselves to access, become familiar with, and relax into our true nature reveals the deeper dimensions of contact and space, where we come to the embodied realization that we are always, already being held, by something infinite and vast.

While as an infant we depended upon another to provide this environment for us,
it is wired into the human heart.

Every inner experience is made of this space, luminous, and undifferentiated from awareness itself. From this perspective, what we are is the quintessential holding environment.

Those substances which cause a little nervous system to grow, unfold, and differentiate are the same that keep the stars from falling out of the sky.

While it is unlikely we will ever resolve the mysteries of self and other,
intrapsychic and intersubjective, personal and transpersonal, or sun and moon,
we can apprehend the miracle together with awe, remembering that we will always be beginners on the path of love and humble messengers of its outrageous, relentless activity.

Thank you Matt Licata
(Another frikkin Magic Weaver)

River Deep, Mountain High.

 

 

"Here's A Door Opening To A New World.

What Will I Find There?"

 

Ursula K Le Guin

 

21 October 1929–22 January 2018

Step Through Into Love

Love Acts clearly as 
Love lands differently, Listen.
Longing or attachment are different from Love.
Longing seeks, waits, wonders, grabs, asks or wants. Longing is a discomfort with the sense of emptiness.

Genuine love just Is.

Love is creating infinite space for loving,
ourselves firstly.

Ask, what would love do, in this bare moment?

Then Simply Be.
 

That.
 

 

In collaboration with Literary Arts,
a tribute to Ursala will be held Wednesday, June 13, 2018, 7:30 p.m.,
at Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall, free and open to the public.

 

“The event will feature tributes from writers and friends who represent the wide-ranging influence

Le Guin has had on international literature for more than 50 years,

including Margaret Atwood (by video), Molly Gloss, Walidah Imarisha, Jonathan Lethem, Kelly Link, China Miéville, and Daniel José Older. Andrea Schulz, Le Guin's editor at Viking Books, and Julie Phillips, Le Guin's biographer, will also speak at the tribute.

The tribute will include rare documentary footage of Le Guin,
along with photos and images from her life and work.”

Ursula often visited, and passionately loved,

Malheur County in southeast Oregon.

 

“Standing on the bare ground—my head bathed by blithe air

all mean egotism vanishes.

I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing;

I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me ...

I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty.”

 

by
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nature, 1836
 (p. 39): 

Savour The Uncommon Bond, Little Bean.

 #turnmeon #uncommonBond

The Eyes of the Heart

"When a man is ready to discover his true self,

the journey will usually take him in the opposite direction

to which he has been traveling …

away from the highway of the ego-mind,

to the narrow path that leads to the heart.

 

If he is open to loving a woman,

it’s in this place he recognises that she is pivotal to the growth of his soul; that she has such a deep réservoir of love within,

waiting for him to experience,

far beyond anything he has ever imagined.

 

And he comes to understand that this secret paradise has remained hidden from him because the eyes of his heart

were not open to see it.

This is where he hears her call his name

from the depths of his soul.

 

And for the first time, he becomes conscious of what it means to passionately love and adore a woman with his whole being.

 

There, together, the man and woman’s souls are joined as they enter into what can only be described as divine love ...

that which the Creator always intended for us to enjoy.

 

In this beautiful place of surrendering to each other, the two love with a new spiritual and intimate understanding,

while at the same time, unlocking their own greatness as they discover their oneness and united purpose for being."

 

ॐ

Daniel Nielsen

 

 All I Am Is Love

#gratitude #growth #home

Slow Dance

As ashes of eternity,

Nature waters Truth

In forms yet To Be.

 

Love like creation

a choiceless mirror,

mirrors sea, Wild fire.

 

Space between air,

rooted earth parts as see

erodes No Thing.

 

Like first cries

Unlove nature knot,

two let atom cords breathe.

 

Vast inner space,

New Sun, Bright Moons

drench time Less, hearts.

 

Hot harmony Bee

 Softly, wildy, dance

Love Simply,

Laughter in Cabin

Forest, Life.

 

Txx

 

 

Slow Dance Of The Midnight Moon

#vivika

Listen. Listen To Your Soul.

@nayyirahwaheed

things. that should be asked. often.

in every type of. relationship.

how is your heart.

is your breath happy. here.

do you feel free.

"Poems come as they will.

They come as they want, when I’m waking, eating, exercising, chatting with someone.

Sometimes they come to me as a whole, sometimes a line.

I think it’s one of the ways my soul communicates with me,

I do my best to sit down and listen". Listen. To Your Soul.

When you are still,

The Answers, like poetry, Come.

 

let go of your heroes,

your preachers,

your leaders

and your hoodoo gurus...

 

If those you meet are not shaking you out of your skin,

jolting you to let It in,

if they only leave you with troubling questions

then you must question them.

 

Self Knowledge
To Know Ones Self Beyond The "I"

Is The End of Relative Knowledge
And then The Journey Of Bliss
The Absolutely Magical Moments
A Joyous Life, Simply, Flows.

Txx

"What struck me the most about studying an orthodox system of knowledge in India with an Indian teacher was the difference between knowledge about something and knowledge itself.
But no matter how much I thought I knew and even how much I thought I’d experienced through practices. I didn’t know the one doing the practices. The experiencer, the knower.
Taking that one step further… I didn’t know my SELF. I’d even confused my understanding of this world SELF, thinking it was the idea I had of myself"

Rachel Zinman.