Sunday, October 30, 2011

And a meadow lark sang

The child whispered, "God, speak to me"
And a meadow lark sang.
The child did not hear.

So the child yelled, "God, speak to me!"
And the thunder rolled across the sky
But the child did not listen.

The child looked around and said,
"God let me see you" and a star shone brightly
But the child did not notice.

And the child shouted,
"God show me a miracle!"
And a life was born but the child did not know.

So the child cried out in despair,
"Touch me God, and let me know you are here!"
Whereupon God reached down
And touched the child.

But the child brushed the butterfly away
And walked away unknowingly.

(old Hindu poem)

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Your body is away from me

But there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.

- Rumi

Saturday, October 22, 2011

I'll find you again

I'll see you in another life, when we are both cats.

(Vanilla Sky)

Every passing minute

is another chance to turn it all around.

(Vanilla Sky)

Look at us

I'm frozen, and you're dead.
And I love you.

(Vanilla Sky)

My Soul

Where are you?
Do you hear me?..
I Speak.. I call you.. Are you there?
I have Returned.
I am here again.
I have shaken the dust of all the lands from my feet,
and I have come to you.
I am with you..
After long years, of long wondering,
I have come to you, again.

Should I tell you, everything I have seen?
Experienced? or drank in?
or do you not want to hear,
about the noise of life and the world.

But one thing you must know,
the one thing I have learned,
is that one must live his life..
This life is the way,
the long sought after way,
to the unfamalable which we call divine.

There is no other way.
All other ways, are false paths.
So I found the right way,
to let it let me to you, to my soul.

I’ve returned, tempted and purified.
Do you still know me?
How long, the separation lasted.
Everything has come so different.

And how did I find you?
How strange my journey was.
What words should I use to tell you,
on what twisted path a good star has guided me to you.

Give me your hand,
My almost forgotten soul.
How long, the joy, at seeing you again.
You long disappointed soul.
Life has let me back to you.
Let us thank the life I have lived,
for all the happy, and all the sad hours,
For every joy, for every sadness.

My soul, my journey,
should continue with you..
I will wonder with you,
and ascend to my solitude..”

- C.G. Jung

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Woman, walk your own way

“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.”

- Albert Einstein

Monday, October 17, 2011

Time to dance

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”

- Nietzsche

Friday, October 14, 2011

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Flying high

When you left,
It felt like the love left too.
But when my heart moved up
I could feel that love again.

Like a skylark bird,
I'm flying high
Towards the Sun,
In love again.

With you.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Like a lion

Love knows no ruse;
It does not change from a lion to a fox.

- Rumi

Monday, October 10, 2011

Be crumbled

So wild flowers will come up
Where you are.
You have been stony for too many years.
Try something different.

- Rumi

Be silent!

Remove the thorn of existence from the foot of the heart,
So that you may see the gardens within.

- Rumi

I am a circle

And i am healing you.
You are a circle,
And you are healing me.
Together we are strong.
Together we are ONE.

Pacha Mama

I wonna be free so free
Like the flowers and the bees.
Like a bird on a tree,
Like a dolphin in the see.

I wonna fly high so high
Like an eagle in the sky.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna lie down and die.
And when my time has come
I’m gonna fly high to the sky.

Pacha Mama, I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.

I wonna be free, be me.
Be the beings that I see.
Not to rise and not to fall,
Being one and loving all.

There’s no high, there’s no low,
There’s no where I can go.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.
Just inside a little star
Telling me “Be as you are”.

Pacha Mama I’m coming home
To the place where I belong.

And you?

When will you begin
That long journey into yourself...?

- Rumi