"My reflection shimmers deep
within the pool of your green oceans
of sight
their kindness
pulls my heart
drifts my senses towards
and upon
your spirit's seas
Your liveliness
ebbs and flows
into
my eyes
across
my skin
around my
fires
deep within
I wish to launch my ship
onto your waters
if only you'd let me venture
into the unchartered shades and hues
of the waves of you
each crashing and swelling
in the unique natures
of you
the fragmented, fractured, infinite spaces
of you
Perhaps someday
your pirateness will step forth
tattoos,
adventurousness,
and all,
and take hostage this damsel -
woo her
capture her
onto your waters
forever enchanting her to sail
to explore
thereon....
therein."
Wednesday 30 January 2008
"Tendernes in Spirit" (30 January 2008)
How tender is the bud within
the one that sprung despite the ash
patiently waiting as the the fires raged
anticipating the dawn of new life and calm
the phoenix essence of beautiess spirit
that refuses its petals to drop and lie
on the ashened grey earth
on the grave of a once-love's death
instead waiting
for the rays of warmth and life
to filter through the puffs of ash
to feed and nurture the spirit within
to show that ways are more than one
You are the beauty of the dawn
the flower in its birth of bloom
You are life force
the nectar within
that feeds the lives within your heart
that into each day you carry within.
(for Adrian)
the one that sprung despite the ash
patiently waiting as the the fires raged
anticipating the dawn of new life and calm
the phoenix essence of beautiess spirit
that refuses its petals to drop and lie
on the ashened grey earth
on the grave of a once-love's death
instead waiting
for the rays of warmth and life
to filter through the puffs of ash
to feed and nurture the spirit within
to show that ways are more than one
You are the beauty of the dawn
the flower in its birth of bloom
You are life force
the nectar within
that feeds the lives within your heart
that into each day you carry within.
(for Adrian)
'Letting Go of the Chains'
Just because I've been wronged by one's close to my heart in the past,
does not mean, the person now will do the same - I have to forget and
let go of what was, so I can be open to accept what is now, and is
being offered to me with love.
does not mean, the person now will do the same - I have to forget and
let go of what was, so I can be open to accept what is now, and is
being offered to me with love.
Thursday 17 January 2008
Masks of Denial (Comment - 17 January 2008)
It seems that our hurts and dissappoinments encourage us to retreat further and deeper into the guarded armour we wear in anticipation of the next blunder, the next potential battle of heart-break. We know we wear this guard as if it is part of who we are, and eventually we fool ourselves into truely believing this is so.
The guard, I have observed, comes in many forms, has many natures - the person may hide behind their intellect, engulf themself in IT, venture into and lose themself in fantasy and imagination, wear the mask of indulgent socialising, or the by-product of padded armour from over-indulgence eating. And we convince ourselves that this is who we are. It seems that we then surround ourselves and associate with others who also partake in this activity of denial - we try to make ourselves feel better by mixing with those we sense are suffering a similar denial-of-the-self dilemma - so that we can pull the wool over our eyes along with them, and not be doing this alone - be a sheep in the flock, so to speak. It doesn't matter that we are in fact hurting ourselves (for we convince ourselves otherwise of this) by wearing our guardedness so vehemently - why do we refuse to honestly see how this practise wrenches us from our true nature? We stop ourselves from being our truth for fear of having to stand alone to do this, we lose a love that we always dreamt of because our lie veils us from living out our true potential, facing and realising our deepest hearts desires .... and then we wonder one random day why we feel so empty inside? Why this gaping hole that threatens to engulf us? Why so dissatisfied with life, unhappy and dissappointed at not realising what we REALLY wanted to, the dreams we had as a child, that we never had the courage to follow as an adult?
I decided from very young (and have worked hard at reminding myself) that I'd rather face my own horror of pain, than miss a chance to truely connect with the mystery of life and love, as I've always dreamed of it being since a child - through myself, and another.
Friday 11 January 2008
Daily Message
source: Paulo Coelho's Blog
No two paths are the same In one of his rare writings, the Sufi sage Hafik says of the spiritual search: ‘Accept with wisdom the fact that the Pat… more
Quote of the Day
source: Paulo Coelho's Blog
The Warrior of Light recognizes the silence that precedes an important battle. (Manual of the Warrior of Light)
Thursday 3 January 2008
Quote of the Day
source: Paulo Coelho's Blog
The Warrior of Light pays attention to small things because they can severely hamper him. (Manual of the Warrior of Light)
Wednesday 2 January 2008
....the lesson continues.
The Swallows of Kabul
By Yasmina Khadra
“She didn’t kill anyone, Mussarat. I don’t want her to pay for a crime she didn’t commit.”
“You’ve seen many others die before her.”
“Which proves that there are some things one can never get used to. I’m angry at myself, and I’m angry at the universe. How can a person accept dying because a bunch of incompetent qazi reached a hasty verdict? It’s ridiculous. And even if she isn’t strong enough to keep on fighting, I’m not going to give up. She’s so young, so beautiful, so …. Gorgeously alive. Why didn’t she leave when I held the door wide open for her?”
Tenderly, Mussarat lifts his chin and thrusts her hand into his tangled beard. “And you? Tell me honestly – look at me, please, and tell me, swear to me – would you have let her go?”…..
…….”Then explain it to me,” he moans. “ For the love of the Prophet, tell me what’s happening to me.”
“The best thing that can happen to anyone on earth.”
Atiq jerks his head up so fast that the movement ripples his shoulders. “What exactly do you mean, Mussarat? I have to understand.”
She takes his face in her hands, and what she reads in his eyes is the final blow. A shudder course throughout her body. She tries to struggle against her emotions, but in vain; two large tears form on her eyelids, then roll down her face and reach her chin before she has time to stop them.
“ I think you’ve finally found your way, Atiq, my husband. A new day is dawning for you. Something is taking place inside you that would make you the envy of saints and kings. Your heart is being reborn. I can’t really explain it to you, and besides, it’s better that I don’t. But I can tell you it’s nothing for you to be afraid of.”
“So what should I do?”
“Go back to her. Before you open the door for her, open your heart and let it speak. She’ll listen and she’ll follow you. Take her by the hand and leave, both of you. Go as far as you can, and don’t look back.”
“You’re asking me to go away, Mussarat?”
“I’d throw myself at your feet if I thought that would persuade you.”
“I will not abandon you.”
“I don’t doubt it but that’s not the question. That woman needs you. Her life depends on your choice. Ever since you saw her, there’s been a glam in your eye. She lights you up inside. Another man in your position might go up on the roof and start singing at the top of his voice. If you’re not singing, Atiq, it’s because no one ever taught you how. You’re happy, but you don’t know it. You’re even overflowing with happiness, and you don’t know how to rejoice in it. All your life, you’ve only listened to other people – your teachers and your holy men, your leaders and your demons – and they’ve spoken to you of nothing but wrongs and bitterness and war. That’s what your ears are filled with; that’s why your hands shake. And that’s why you’re afraid to listen to your heart right now and seize the opportunity that’s come to you at last. If we were in some other place, your distress might arouse the sympathy of everyone in the whole city. But Kabul doesn’t know much about this kind of distress. Our city has renounced it, in fact, and that’s the reason why nothing turns out right here, neither joys nor sorrows…Atiq, my man, my husband, you’ve been blessed. Listen to your heart. It’s the only voice hat’s talking to you about yourself, the only counselor that knows the real truth. Its reasons are stronger than all the reasons in the world. Trust your heart and let it guide your steps. And above all, don’t be afraid. Because this evening, you of all men are the one who loves …….”
By Yasmina Khadra
“She didn’t kill anyone, Mussarat. I don’t want her to pay for a crime she didn’t commit.”
“You’ve seen many others die before her.”
“Which proves that there are some things one can never get used to. I’m angry at myself, and I’m angry at the universe. How can a person accept dying because a bunch of incompetent qazi reached a hasty verdict? It’s ridiculous. And even if she isn’t strong enough to keep on fighting, I’m not going to give up. She’s so young, so beautiful, so …. Gorgeously alive. Why didn’t she leave when I held the door wide open for her?”
Tenderly, Mussarat lifts his chin and thrusts her hand into his tangled beard. “And you? Tell me honestly – look at me, please, and tell me, swear to me – would you have let her go?”…..
…….”Then explain it to me,” he moans. “ For the love of the Prophet, tell me what’s happening to me.”
“The best thing that can happen to anyone on earth.”
Atiq jerks his head up so fast that the movement ripples his shoulders. “What exactly do you mean, Mussarat? I have to understand.”
She takes his face in her hands, and what she reads in his eyes is the final blow. A shudder course throughout her body. She tries to struggle against her emotions, but in vain; two large tears form on her eyelids, then roll down her face and reach her chin before she has time to stop them.
“ I think you’ve finally found your way, Atiq, my husband. A new day is dawning for you. Something is taking place inside you that would make you the envy of saints and kings. Your heart is being reborn. I can’t really explain it to you, and besides, it’s better that I don’t. But I can tell you it’s nothing for you to be afraid of.”
“So what should I do?”
“Go back to her. Before you open the door for her, open your heart and let it speak. She’ll listen and she’ll follow you. Take her by the hand and leave, both of you. Go as far as you can, and don’t look back.”
“You’re asking me to go away, Mussarat?”
“I’d throw myself at your feet if I thought that would persuade you.”
“I will not abandon you.”
“I don’t doubt it but that’s not the question. That woman needs you. Her life depends on your choice. Ever since you saw her, there’s been a glam in your eye. She lights you up inside. Another man in your position might go up on the roof and start singing at the top of his voice. If you’re not singing, Atiq, it’s because no one ever taught you how. You’re happy, but you don’t know it. You’re even overflowing with happiness, and you don’t know how to rejoice in it. All your life, you’ve only listened to other people – your teachers and your holy men, your leaders and your demons – and they’ve spoken to you of nothing but wrongs and bitterness and war. That’s what your ears are filled with; that’s why your hands shake. And that’s why you’re afraid to listen to your heart right now and seize the opportunity that’s come to you at last. If we were in some other place, your distress might arouse the sympathy of everyone in the whole city. But Kabul doesn’t know much about this kind of distress. Our city has renounced it, in fact, and that’s the reason why nothing turns out right here, neither joys nor sorrows…Atiq, my man, my husband, you’ve been blessed. Listen to your heart. It’s the only voice hat’s talking to you about yourself, the only counselor that knows the real truth. Its reasons are stronger than all the reasons in the world. Trust your heart and let it guide your steps. And above all, don’t be afraid. Because this evening, you of all men are the one who loves …….”
Unconditional Love
I've faced it, touched it, and was completely unaware as I walked
through it - And today, I remembered that I'd asked to know, to be
taught how to love this way. And then, I forgot... Today, I asked why?
What the purpose of my recent meeting was, and I was answered.
through it - And today, I remembered that I'd asked to know, to be
taught how to love this way. And then, I forgot... Today, I asked why?
What the purpose of my recent meeting was, and I was answered.
Would I love like this again, I don't think I can go back, no matter
how much pain there's been. To understand for the first time, is
incredible. To see the infinicy and capacity of the heart, and to know
that my heart has touched this space... This is the kind of love I have dreamed of experiencing for another for so long .... and I know it is not easy to love this way, this has been the hardest journey of my life, I've made the hardest choices ever. But I've also loved another, like none before......
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