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

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

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)

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

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