In each seasons time and place does something new arise, shaped from the memory of what came before.
Purified and brought forth again, until it's form, it's voice and fragrance, reveal the intention and the promise you would express and share. Like flowers in the vase of your self, arranged just so, a gift renewed and changing through the seasons of your being.
The secrets of your heart, what you care for with faith and certainty, growing and blooming within you. The garden inside, and what flourishes there.
Asleep in the night, still you give rise to creation. Your dreaming moments alive with the expression of your soul. Blanketed by snow, quiet and still, you only appear to be at rest. I see you stir beneath the covers and I feel the excitement, the anticipation of your ideas become expression in the vase and valley of your body.
Any moment now you'll awaken and open your eyes in this new season, this new day, this new chance to tell your story in the gifts you lay before us, the poetry and architecture of your dreams and awakening spirit.
Purified and brought forth again, until it's form, it's voice and fragrance, reveal the intention and the promise you would express and share. Like flowers in the vase of your self, arranged just so, a gift renewed and changing through the seasons of your being.
The secrets of your heart, what you care for with faith and certainty, growing and blooming within you. The garden inside, and what flourishes there.
Asleep in the night, still you give rise to creation. Your dreaming moments alive with the expression of your soul. Blanketed by snow, quiet and still, you only appear to be at rest. I see you stir beneath the covers and I feel the excitement, the anticipation of your ideas become expression in the vase and valley of your body.
Any moment now you'll awaken and open your eyes in this new season, this new day, this new chance to tell your story in the gifts you lay before us, the poetry and architecture of your dreams and awakening spirit.
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Re: She is sacred...
Sat, May 10, 2008 - 4:58 PMI am experiencing a quiet recentering. <outside of the US, where teh pressures of that culture fade... and my soul experiences the flows of life that are indeed of the whole world.
It is curious removing myself from what I have known, and allowing the anchor to stay inside. There are so many ways to live here, and the bias, and even the lies, of my homeland are more evident from afar. There are so many gifts too, yes indeed. Yet it is nice to escape the pathological hierarchilization of what I´ve known, and feel the rhythms of a different kind of people. Latin, Indigenous, life at a different pace, and fire. Where I feel more atural, and a rest in the afternoon comes free from guilt or shame When it rains, and the most important thing I have to do is to listen to the rain... I appreciate life anew.
I love this world. It is mysterious, and somewhat scary, to wonder why there is so much pain here. Yet quiet voices remind me, again and again, that we are on paths, a shared way, that will make more sense of all this later. And that it is working.
There is more confusion to come, much more. Yet it involves the birth of the dreams that my heart knows as my birthright.
We were born to be this free. We are alive to make it real.
Pura Vida
