Making our way home by the candle of the heart.
Many times our light will go out.
But another light, one held by a stranger or a friend, a book or a song, a blackbird or a wildflower,comes close enough so we can see our path by its light. And in time we realize that the light we have borrowed was always our own.
- Joan Borysenko
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Monday, July 15, 2013
You will be loved
The day when you can show your weakness and the other one does not use it to affirm his strength.
- Cesare Pavese
- Cesare Pavese
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Fear is not real
"It is a product of thoughts you create.
Do not misunderstand me. Danger is very real. But fear is a choice."
- After Earth (movie script)
Do not misunderstand me. Danger is very real. But fear is a choice."
- After Earth (movie script)
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Sorrow prepares you for joy
It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter.
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
- Rumi
It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.
It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow.
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
- Rumi
A matter of choice
I recently realized that healing is not impossible.
But it has to be a choice you make consciously.
It doesn't come in time, it doesn't come when you move to another continent, it doesn't come when somebody else is pampering your wounds.
It comes when you decide to let go to the pain.
But it has to be a choice you make consciously.
It doesn't come in time, it doesn't come when you move to another continent, it doesn't come when somebody else is pampering your wounds.
It comes when you decide to let go to the pain.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Love has three stages
First you have to learn to love yourself, because only if you love yourself can you love the other. You have to love yourself so much that love starts overflowing.
Perhaps that is where you are; you need the other. That is the second stage of love.
Loving the other is a difficult job. Loving oneself is simple. Because the other need not fit with you, need not fulfill your expectations; the other may start power trips, ego trips, all kinds of numbers. And you will need love enough not to be dominated, not to be destroyed by the other; otherwise, the other always destroys it.
Jean-Paul Sartre is not absolutely wrong when he says the other is hell.
Alone you can be silent, peaceful. With the other everything becomes difficult, everything becomes a conflict. The very presence of the other makes demands on you. You have to be very compassionate, very kind, not to get caught into an intimate enmity; otherwise the other is going to become a hell to you.You have to be so loving that your love transforms the other, to such an extent that you can say the other is not hell.
You have to be very articulate, very understanding. It is one of the greatest experiments in life. There is no other experiment which is bigger.
You have to love in such a way that slowly, slowly it changes the other person, and the other person starts dropping the effort to dominate, the effort to manipulate. It all depends on your love.
In each case you should remember that you have taken the step.
It is your experiment, and you have to be grateful to the other that he is participating in your experiment.
If you want your experiment to be successful, then you have to go on loving in spite of the other, not bothering about small things.
Only when you can love the other person to such an extent that it becomes a transformation in him or in her does the third stage of love arrive.
Then it is not a question of two persons loving each other; then it is love which engulfs two persons and the two persons become, in a certain deeper sense, one whole.
In India we have the statue of Aradhanishwar, half man, half woman.
That is the third stage of love: when the man and the woman are no more two persons, they have become half and half into one whole. This third stage of love is, automatically, meditation. One who can reach this stage need not do anything else for meditation; this will be his mysticism. This was the whole approach of tantra, to reach to the third stage of love; then no other religion, no other methods are needed. Love itself becomes your god, your ultimate experience.
But the second stage is really difficult; otherwise, for thousands of years people would not have escaped into monasteries. What was the fear? Why were they trying to hide in monasteries?
The second step is really difficult, and because of the difficulty all religions have chosen to escape from life. But escaping from life is not the answer, it is simply cowardice.
Life has to be changed through understanding. And if you love, love has an alchemy of its own.
If love cannot change the other person, it only means you don’t know what love is; you must be misunderstanding something else for love, because love is absolutely capable of changing people. In fact, it is the only way to change.
There is no place where love is being taught.
There is no place where love is being nourished.
That is one of the functions of the mystery school: to make your love pure, pure of ego and power and domination — just a sheer gift of joy, a delight in the being of the other person, just a sharing of all that you have, holding nothing back.
Love is the greatest magic.
Don’t be afraid of the other; let the other enter your life. I don’t teach escapism. I teach you to go into the world, to transform the world, because only in that transformation will you be transformed.
By escaping to the hills and to the monasteries you will miss transformation yourself. You will shrink, you will not expand. And if you cannot love a single person, how are you going to love the whole universe? And that’s what prayer is — loving the whole universe.
People feel that it is easier to love the whole universe, because there seems to be no problem — the universe, the trees, the stars, the moon, the sun… they don’t create any problem.
The other creates trouble because your love is not enough. If your love is overflowing, the other will be showered by it, cleansed by it.
And instead of creating trouble for you, the other can become a tremendous help, a complementary part in the organic unity of your being, and can lead you to the third stage.
It all depends on how much you can love.
And I don’t think that one should be miserly about love. It costs nothing. And it is not a quantity, that you have loved one kilo, so now there is one kilo less. It is not a quantity.
The more you love, the more you have it.
The more you give, the more the universe goes on pouring into you from all sides. There are hidden springs, just as in a well.
Love has an underground way of filling you, invisible.
The only way to know is just give it and see — you are always full.
Osho
Perhaps that is where you are; you need the other. That is the second stage of love.
Loving the other is a difficult job. Loving oneself is simple. Because the other need not fit with you, need not fulfill your expectations; the other may start power trips, ego trips, all kinds of numbers. And you will need love enough not to be dominated, not to be destroyed by the other; otherwise, the other always destroys it.
Jean-Paul Sartre is not absolutely wrong when he says the other is hell.
Alone you can be silent, peaceful. With the other everything becomes difficult, everything becomes a conflict. The very presence of the other makes demands on you. You have to be very compassionate, very kind, not to get caught into an intimate enmity; otherwise the other is going to become a hell to you.You have to be so loving that your love transforms the other, to such an extent that you can say the other is not hell.
You have to be very articulate, very understanding. It is one of the greatest experiments in life. There is no other experiment which is bigger.
You have to love in such a way that slowly, slowly it changes the other person, and the other person starts dropping the effort to dominate, the effort to manipulate. It all depends on your love.
In each case you should remember that you have taken the step.
It is your experiment, and you have to be grateful to the other that he is participating in your experiment.
If you want your experiment to be successful, then you have to go on loving in spite of the other, not bothering about small things.
Only when you can love the other person to such an extent that it becomes a transformation in him or in her does the third stage of love arrive.
Then it is not a question of two persons loving each other; then it is love which engulfs two persons and the two persons become, in a certain deeper sense, one whole.
In India we have the statue of Aradhanishwar, half man, half woman.
That is the third stage of love: when the man and the woman are no more two persons, they have become half and half into one whole. This third stage of love is, automatically, meditation. One who can reach this stage need not do anything else for meditation; this will be his mysticism. This was the whole approach of tantra, to reach to the third stage of love; then no other religion, no other methods are needed. Love itself becomes your god, your ultimate experience.
But the second stage is really difficult; otherwise, for thousands of years people would not have escaped into monasteries. What was the fear? Why were they trying to hide in monasteries?
The second step is really difficult, and because of the difficulty all religions have chosen to escape from life. But escaping from life is not the answer, it is simply cowardice.
Life has to be changed through understanding. And if you love, love has an alchemy of its own.
If love cannot change the other person, it only means you don’t know what love is; you must be misunderstanding something else for love, because love is absolutely capable of changing people. In fact, it is the only way to change.
There is no place where love is being taught.
There is no place where love is being nourished.
That is one of the functions of the mystery school: to make your love pure, pure of ego and power and domination — just a sheer gift of joy, a delight in the being of the other person, just a sharing of all that you have, holding nothing back.
Love is the greatest magic.
Don’t be afraid of the other; let the other enter your life. I don’t teach escapism. I teach you to go into the world, to transform the world, because only in that transformation will you be transformed.
By escaping to the hills and to the monasteries you will miss transformation yourself. You will shrink, you will not expand. And if you cannot love a single person, how are you going to love the whole universe? And that’s what prayer is — loving the whole universe.
People feel that it is easier to love the whole universe, because there seems to be no problem — the universe, the trees, the stars, the moon, the sun… they don’t create any problem.
The other creates trouble because your love is not enough. If your love is overflowing, the other will be showered by it, cleansed by it.
And instead of creating trouble for you, the other can become a tremendous help, a complementary part in the organic unity of your being, and can lead you to the third stage.
It all depends on how much you can love.
And I don’t think that one should be miserly about love. It costs nothing. And it is not a quantity, that you have loved one kilo, so now there is one kilo less. It is not a quantity.
The more you love, the more you have it.
The more you give, the more the universe goes on pouring into you from all sides. There are hidden springs, just as in a well.
Love has an underground way of filling you, invisible.
The only way to know is just give it and see — you are always full.
Osho
Only once in your life
"I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile.
Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
- Bob Marley
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile.
Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”
- Bob Marley
Monday, May 20, 2013
These are the four stages of love
On each stage there will be a disappearance of fear.
If sex happens beautifully the body fear will disappear. The body will not be neurotic.
Ordinarily - I have observed thousands of bodies - they are neurotic. Bodies gone mad. Not fulfilled. Not at home.
If love happens, fear will disappear from the mind. You will have a life of freedom, at ease, at-homeness. No fear will come, no nightmares.
If the prayer, gratitude happens, then fear completely disappears, because with prayer you become one - you start feeling a deep relationship with the whole. From the spirit, fear disappears; the fear of death disappears when you have gratitude - never before it.
And when you meditate even fearlessness disappears. Fear disappears, fearlessness disappears. Nothing remains. Or, only the nothing remains. A vast purity, virginity, innocence.
- Osho
If sex happens beautifully the body fear will disappear. The body will not be neurotic.
Ordinarily - I have observed thousands of bodies - they are neurotic. Bodies gone mad. Not fulfilled. Not at home.
If love happens, fear will disappear from the mind. You will have a life of freedom, at ease, at-homeness. No fear will come, no nightmares.
If the prayer, gratitude happens, then fear completely disappears, because with prayer you become one - you start feeling a deep relationship with the whole. From the spirit, fear disappears; the fear of death disappears when you have gratitude - never before it.
And when you meditate even fearlessness disappears. Fear disappears, fearlessness disappears. Nothing remains. Or, only the nothing remains. A vast purity, virginity, innocence.
- Osho
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Let's not wait
We will meet again my friend,
A hundred years from today
Far away from where we lived
... And where we used to play.
We will know each others’ eyes
And wonder where we met
Your laugh will sound familiar
Your heart, I won’t forget.
We will meet, I’m sure of this,
But let’s not wait till then…
Let’s take a walk beneath the stars
And share this world again.
~ Ron Atchison
A hundred years from today
Far away from where we lived
... And where we used to play.
We will know each others’ eyes
And wonder where we met
Your laugh will sound familiar
Your heart, I won’t forget.
We will meet, I’m sure of this,
But let’s not wait till then…
Let’s take a walk beneath the stars
And share this world again.
~ Ron Atchison
Thursday, April 25, 2013
It was me
In all those women you met before we've been together
And all those you met after you left.
It was me you are looking for.
And all those you met after you left.
It was me you are looking for.
Saturday, April 13, 2013
When women were birds
Once upon a time,
When women were birds,
There was the simple understanding
That to sing at dawn
And to sing at dusk
... Was to heal the world through joy.
The birds still remember what we have forgotten,
That the world is meant to be celebrated
When women were birds,
There was the simple understanding
That to sing at dawn
And to sing at dusk
... Was to heal the world through joy.
The birds still remember what we have forgotten,
That the world is meant to be celebrated
- Terry Tempest Williams
Friday, April 12, 2013
Stop crying your heart out
Hold up
Hold on
Don't be scared
You'll never change
What's been and gone
May your smile (may your smile)
Shine on (shine on)
Don't be scared (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Get up (get up)
Come on (come on)
Why're you scared? (I'm not scared)
You'll never change
What's been and gone
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
We're all of us stars
We're fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out
Stop cryïng your heart out
(song by Oasis)
Hold on
Don't be scared
You'll never change
What's been and gone
May your smile (may your smile)
Shine on (shine on)
Don't be scared (don't be scared)
Your destiny may keep you warm
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Get up (get up)
Come on (come on)
Why're you scared? (I'm not scared)
You'll never change
What's been and gone
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Cos all of the stars
Are fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see them some day
Take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
We're all of us stars
We're fading away
Just try not to worry
You'll see us some day
Just take what you need
And be on your way
And stop crying your heart out
Stop crying your heart out
Stop cryïng your heart out
(song by Oasis)
Saturday, April 6, 2013
Waiting for the miracle
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come...
- Leonard Cohen
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come...
- Leonard Cohen
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
Sunday, February 24, 2013
If you want to change the world, love a man
If you want to change the world love a man; really love him.
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid.
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires.
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there.
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time.
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go.
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you.
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage.
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds...
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him.
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability.
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death.
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together.
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return.
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more.
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him.
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction,
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers.
This is not feminine this is revenge.
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now.
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core.
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers. Bleed it all back home.
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him.
Love him enough to be naked and free.
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity.
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being.
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you.
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before.
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart.
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him.
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him.
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.
If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father
Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed,
To the last one you wept over.
Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting
Of the one who stands before you now
And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar.
A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting
To grow a new world, together.
- Author unknown
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid.
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires.
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there.
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time.
Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go.
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you.
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage.
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds...
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him.
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability.
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death.
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together.
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return.
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more.
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him.
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction,
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers.
This is not feminine this is revenge.
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now.
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core.
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers. Bleed it all back home.
If you want to change the world love a man, really love him.
Love him enough to be naked and free.
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity.
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being.
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you.
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before.
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart.
If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him.
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him.
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream.
If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father
Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed,
To the last one you wept over.
Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting
Of the one who stands before you now
And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar.
A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting
To grow a new world, together.
- Author unknown
If you want to change the world, love a woman
Love a woman-really love her.
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing- every winged one, every furry and scaled one, every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one, every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet, you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason, beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices we have forgotten that true liberation comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her because ultimately it’s not with who, but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death, beyond your fear of being manipulated by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her. Say you’re willing to LIVE with her, plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty, by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world… love a woman in all her faces, through all her seasons and she will heal you of your schizophrenia - your double-mindedness and half-heartedness which keeps your Spirit and body separate - which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars, trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine, of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing, of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots strong enough to hold the Earth together while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.
If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through, until she believes you, until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her - until she is a force of love more powerful than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you if you would only take her in your arms and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow, to the highest reaches of your Being, back to the Garden where you first met her, to the gateway of the rainbow realm where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return, to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.
- Lisa Citore
Find the one who calls to your soul, who doesn’t make sense.
Throw away your check list and put your ear to her heart and listen.
Hear the names, the prayers, the songs of every living thing- every winged one, every furry and scaled one, every underground and underwater one, every green and flowering one, every not yet born and dying one…
Hear their melancholy praises back to the One who gave them life.
If you haven’t heard your own name yet, you haven’t listened long enough.
If your eyes aren’t filled with tears, if you aren’t bowing at her feet, you haven’t ever grieved having almost lost her.
If you want to change the world… love a woman-one woman
beyond yourself, beyond desire and reason, beyond your male preferences for youth, beauty and variety and all your superficial concepts of freedom.
We have given ourselves so many choices we have forgotten that true liberation comes from standing in the middle of the soul’s fire and burning through our resistance to Love.
There is only one Goddess.
Look into Her eyes and see-really see if she is the one to bring the axe to your head.
If not, walk away. Right now.
Don’t waste time “trying.”
Know that your decision has nothing to do with her because ultimately it’s not with who, but when we choose to surrender.
If you want to change the world… love a woman.
Love her for life-beyond your fear of death, beyond your fear of being manipulated by the Mother inside your head.
Don’t tell her you’re willing to die for her. Say you’re willing to LIVE with her, plant trees with her and watch them grow.
Be her hero by telling her how beautiful she is in her vulnerable majesty, by helping her to remember every day that she IS Goddess through your adoration and devotion.
If you want to change the world… love a woman in all her faces, through all her seasons and she will heal you of your schizophrenia - your double-mindedness and half-heartedness which keeps your Spirit and body separate - which keeps you alone and always looking outside your Self for something to make your life worth living.
There will always be another woman.
Soon the new shiny one will become the old dull one and you’ll grow restless again, trading in women like cars, trading in the Goddess for the latest object of your desire.
Man doesn’t need any more choices.
What man needs is Woman, the Way of the Feminine, of Patience and Compassion, non-seeking, non-doing, of breathing in one place and sinking deep intertwining roots strong enough to hold the Earth together while she shakes off the cement and steel from her skin.
If you want to change the world… love a woman, just one woman .
Love and protect her as if she is the last holy vessel.
Love her through her fear of abandonment which she has been holding for all of humanity.
No, the wound is not hers to heal alone.
No, she is not weak in her codependence.
If you want to change the world… love a woman
all the way through, until she believes you, until her instincts, her visions, her voice, her art, her passion, her wildness have returned to her - until she is a force of love more powerful than all the political media demons who seek to devalue and destroy her.
If you want to change the world,
lay down your causes, your guns and protest signs.
Lay down your inner war, your righteous anger
and love a woman…beyond all of your striving for greatness, beyond your tenacious quest for enlightenment.
The holy grail stands before you if you would only take her in your arms and let go of searching for something beyond this intimacy.
What if peace is a dream which can only be re-membered through the heart of Woman?
What if a man’s love for Woman, the Way of the Feminine is the key to opening Her heart?
If you want to change the world…love a woman
to the depths of your shadow, to the highest reaches of your Being, back to the Garden where you first met her, to the gateway of the rainbow realm where you walk through together as Light as One,
to the point of no return, to the ends and the beginning of a new Earth.
- Lisa Citore
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Dear Tiffany
I know you wrote the letter.
The only way you can meet my crazy is by doing something crazy yourself.
Thank you. I love you.
I knew it the minute I met you.
I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up.
I just got stuck.
Pat
(the Silver Lining Playbook - movie script)
The only way you can meet my crazy is by doing something crazy yourself.
Thank you. I love you.
I knew it the minute I met you.
I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up.
I just got stuck.
Pat
(the Silver Lining Playbook - movie script)
Monday, February 4, 2013
It's not too late
the angel said.
Even though the world's a mess...
Even though you're not as young...
Even though you've made mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...
And then I saw the world through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.
- Ron Atchison
Even though the world's a mess...
Even though you're not as young...
Even though you've made mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...
And then I saw the world through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.
- Ron Atchison
Saturday, February 2, 2013
The free soul is rare
But you know it when you see it - basically because you feel good, very good when you are near or with them.
- Charles Bukowski
- Charles Bukowski
Thursday, January 31, 2013
I love you
As certian dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
- Pablo Neruda
- Pablo Neruda
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
I thought the earth remembered me
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts,
her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before,
a stone on the riverbed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver
arranging her dark skirts,
her pockets full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before,
a stone on the riverbed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom.
By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Mary Oliver
Admit it
You aren’t like them. You’re not even close.
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”.
Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing?
Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts.
Do the unexpected.
Find the others…
- Timothy Leary
You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences.
For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”.
Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing?
Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence.
Trust your instincts.
Do the unexpected.
Find the others…
- Timothy Leary
Monday, January 21, 2013
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Nu exista oameni rai, ci doar nefericiti...
— Dar tu îi cunoşti cumva, urmă Pilat, cu ochii ţintă la Yeshua, pe Dismas, Hestas şi pe Baraba?
— Nu-i cunosc pe aceşti oameni buni, răspunse arestatul.
— Spui adevărul?
— Adevărul.
— Şi acum, răspunde, pentru ce tot zici „oameni buni"? Le spui tuturor aşa?
— Tuturor, încuviinţă arestatul, oameni răi nu sînt pe lume.
— Pentru prima oară aud una ca asta, zîmbi ironic Pilat. Dar poate că nu cunosc destul viaţa!... Nu e nevoie să notezi mai departe, se întoarse el spre secretar, deşi acesta nu mai nota nimic, şi urmă, adresîndu-se din nou arestatului: Ai citit despre asta în vreo carte elinească?
— Nu, cu mintea mea am ajuns să cuget astfel.
— Şi propovăduieşti lucrul ăsta?
— Da.
— Şi centurionul Marcus, de pildă, poreclit Moartea-Şobolanilor, cum e după părerea ta, bun?
— Da, răspunse arestatul, e bun; însă, ce-i drept, e un nefericit.
("Maestrul si Margareta" - Mihail Bulgakov)
— Nu-i cunosc pe aceşti oameni buni, răspunse arestatul.
— Spui adevărul?
— Adevărul.
— Şi acum, răspunde, pentru ce tot zici „oameni buni"? Le spui tuturor aşa?
— Tuturor, încuviinţă arestatul, oameni răi nu sînt pe lume.
— Pentru prima oară aud una ca asta, zîmbi ironic Pilat. Dar poate că nu cunosc destul viaţa!... Nu e nevoie să notezi mai departe, se întoarse el spre secretar, deşi acesta nu mai nota nimic, şi urmă, adresîndu-se din nou arestatului: Ai citit despre asta în vreo carte elinească?
— Nu, cu mintea mea am ajuns să cuget astfel.
— Şi propovăduieşti lucrul ăsta?
— Da.
— Şi centurionul Marcus, de pildă, poreclit Moartea-Şobolanilor, cum e după părerea ta, bun?
— Da, răspunse arestatul, e bun; însă, ce-i drept, e un nefericit.
("Maestrul si Margareta" - Mihail Bulgakov)
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