Wednesday, January 31, 2007

collective orgasm

i adore this song! close your eyes, let your thoughts cease, does it turn you on too? (you may want to turn away from the screen, unless white-haired white women are your things). anyway... can we love up on the beat for a moment and use our lovely imaginations. no serious, physically rock back and forth...what do you feel? my dear friend said that masturbation is akin to meditation because finally you are HERE. YOU have arrived, intensely and passionately--making the sweetest love to yourself. i repeatedly grooved and grooved to this song...alone. i would say more but i'd like to keep it PG-13. i wonder if i can contribute to the world having a collective orgasm.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

flowerchild


Her legs unfold to me like a flower

I burrow in
to the sea
the salt stings my pallet

her mouth open,
she blooms within me
as I caress the hair betwixt her legs
like a rose within my hand

her body is curved,
like the twilight
enfolding over a distant field
amidst timeless eternities
unfolding in my palm

she is like a violet star
and as the rapture unfolds

I feel her, silent within me, even when she's near.
butwhen she's not near, she's HERE.....Present within my heartbeat!


Breath of life, squared


What happens when all the toxins, hate and negativity is gone from your spirit, being and lungs...

You begin a breath of rebirth, an exhaLE of beauty and release. Don't forget to breath. Kiss the air.

xoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Squared:

I breath a scent familiar yet possessing an aroma new to my being. I take in all the energy surrounding me yet it is not enough. To contain the magic drifting in and out of my world would be to lessen her divinity. So instead, I simply breath. I allow the air to nourish me like the a life-giving tree with its Eye upon me. I breath again, taking in the radiance of rebirth as my soul engulfs the wonder being offered. The truest emotion known... The most majestic breath taken by me and expelled into the Universal Known and Unknown... I am always in the Unknown, letting fear fall away like dross from the gold she leaves upon my flesh in kisses too divine to be human. But bodies we own, though, bodies we are not. I see into the radiance of the Sun burning her knowingness into my heart... I exhale the tidal Moon casting the light of love upon her beingness... And all is given without desire, without attachment, without possession...

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Determination


I am neither a priest nor a theologian, neither a devotee of nor a spokesperson for any particular spiritual tradition or path. I am an ordinary woman with an extraordinary hunger: to live with an awareness of the Sacred Mystery, the Beloved – God – at the centre of my life and to learn from this presence who I am and why I am here.

Speaking to me through what I long for, the call of that which is both within and larger than myself has guided me to an understanding of how I can live that longing – not by trying to change myself, but by unfolding, by becoming who I already am at the deepest level of my being. But with this comprehension of what I must do, the call continues to come to me as an image of myself with tired eyes and severed hands questioning why I seek to embody this understanding when it is clear how infrequently my essential nature guides my actions, how often fear still shapes and sometimes determines what I do. It tells me that something is off, missing. But I have not given up. I am willing to do whatever it takes to know and live the meaning in my life. I am convinced that I have to and am able to learn to do it differently.



Oriah Moutain Dreamer

being truthfully responsible

I have had a number of good intentions and grand ideas, most of them have not been done. I am skillful and talented in a wide variety of ways, but I just have not been bringing out my absolute, optimal self in every way possible. I'm nice, fun, loving and funny, yet those are aspects of my personality which causes me to be pleasant to be and that opens up doors of possibility with others, but that in and of itself doesn't generate results.

I am at heart an A+ student, but have really been a B- student because of making excuses and choosing to play first instead of Do first.

Why? Because I felt sorry for myself. If I felt tired, I wouldn't DO. If I felt sick, I wouldn't DO. If I had any excuse, reason or exception, my less than productive side took it. This has been a pattern since i could remember

I'm seeing that my patterned self just doesn't serve in bring out the hearts will.

So, I'm learning to have no pity for my patterned self. No remorse, but the just doing of what needs to be done. This is stepping past the likes and dislikes into a space of potentiality.

The space from which the mind can be observed without judgment is a space from which Will manifests. If it is Willed, immediately it is complete. The action then follows naturally, even when tired or not wanting to.

Excuses are the playground of the mediocre, Action is the playground of the empowered.

Regardless of the day or circumstance, if there are things to accomplish, do them now.

I choose to be an A+ student at life, in relationship, and in endeavor.

I've seen for myself that in making an excuse and exception for today that the exception becomes habitual pattern. Then everyday is the exception, and life gets wasted.

This goes for external action as well as internal discovery.

A state of internal peace requires a process of doing, without that there can be no peace.

Eventually both doing and peace become second nature, effortless.

One becomes truthfully responsible, and the words of nice intention and big grandios (sp?) ideas then disappear. Actions then speak with thunderous silence, and the heart becomes satisifed with its Works being done.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I breath a scent familiar yet..


... I breath a scent familiar yet possessing an aroma new to my being. I take in all the energy surrounding me yet it is not enough. To contain the magic drifting in and out of my world would be to lessen her divinity. So instead, I simply breath. I allow the air to nourish me like the a life-giving tree with its Eye upon me. I breath again, taking in the radiance of rebirth as my soul engulfs the wonder being offered. The truest emotion known... The most majestic breath taken by me and expelled into the Universal Known and Unknown... I am always in the Unknown, letting fear fall away like dross from the gold she leaves upon my flesh in kisses too divine to be human. But bodies we own, though, bodies we are not. I see into the radiance of the Sun burning her knowingness into my heart... I exhale the tidal Moon casting the light of love upon her beingness... And all is given without desire, without attachment, without possession...black womyn love...is.

photographer/model: kilimanjaro

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

walking in the cold with bare feet



I have come to know my struggle is only with myself. Only within my self. The place in me that knows separation from the One. As I sit, reaching into the void, looking for my truth, it breaths me in. Swallows me whole, absorbing my fears into its nothingness. I am trying to find where I am, and where I am not. Who I am, and who I am not. This life is a mask. A grotesque exaggeration of the ISNESS. In truth, we are not who we are. We are never where we "think" we are. It is only through true surrender to the Word that we begin to find peace. Through acceptance of our greatest strengths and seeming weaknesses, we all find freedom-eventually. I have found my freedom-my surrender lives in notes not yet imagined and harmonies unsung. I pray to remember meeting That Which Cannot Be Named, in the next space I occupy. Here, I am free from being "human". Free from fear, from self-denial, from duality. I am born again of love, compassion and honor, and in each moment, I am my Truth. I consecrate all that I will ever be to the collective consciousness of the Gods. In The Presence I am extraordinary, a reflection of The Presence itself. And I Am Love. Aditya Hridayam Punyam-Sarv Shatru Bena Shenam: Evil vanishes from him who keeps the Sun in his heart

Magick, the fairies call "dust"



**
Breath of life squared
multiplied by seven degrees of NO separation
equals the light within I and I
raised to the thirteenth vibration
of magnetic through cosmic tones...
Revealed in these bones...
of Womyn
from maiden to mother to crone-s
Revealed in these bones...
of womyn
from servant to sadhu,
down to the ground and up through our nappy crowns
circulating energy
bringin' awareness to universal Chi
a breath inhaled by you
is exhaled by me.

You see,
we really are one entity
But in this physical plane
we're taught to nourish the brain,
body, spirit connection
you are a pure reflection
of my brightest soul shine
let's turn holy water into wine
instead of living off Her bloodlines
of oil that's neither yours nor mine
I can't sit back watching
so I journey forward by veggie bus
with the knowledge that what we do to her
is being done to us. mother earth and earth womyn.. i love ya'll

*also, i am without phone connection---so youhave to leave me a voice message with you number and i will contact you, soon. love, me.....no really love me; cuz i love you ..i'll be back on the internet soon.

**for aza s.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Thought of the moment.


The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.
~E. Cummings ~