Thursday, November 22, 2012

thanks giving pearl

Unity sees itself. Just to see the pearl is enough even if you can't take it with you. It is buried deep in the sea, in a shell. the only way this song could be sung is if every note was played. it doesn't make sense when you read the music, only when you hear the song. it is the composer listening that adds the subtle AUM. to be enveloped fully in life you have to be willing to set it free at any time. potential and possibility and destiny lie there. beyond your understanding and only to be lived.  It takes many rubs of the waves to form the pearl. it is old patient and wise
which blessings of the Lord will you deny? i see the result of going half way, and listening to a noise outside just because it is sudden doesn't mean i should go check it out. Allah says am I not your Lord? Tree of Life or Knowledge? I can not read! I can not measure. I can not divide. Mind or Heart?
wed. nadia spent the night with  friend and came back at the last minute . rob was at the store when we got to their house.  mom showed nadia how to blend pastels better and she gave me seeds to sprout. marc and rob played some guitar together. mom said granny always makes thing beautiful now. and that i don't share my gifts enough. she cried when we left.

Friday, November 9, 2012

every body has a changeable story

 Everything starts at the head, the cerebrum, the Ram. Ra the Light. Right ascension Meridian. Raise the oil.Passive vs Active. alchemical wedding.Agreement to create. thoughts voice essence source. we all have tools to do life's work. the work is a balanced body mind soul..our body  is like a pole magnetically tied to earth and  stars. It remembers reacts responds to all of life's events.the body is the container of the spirit. it is a box to manifest experience.

The brain is elastic and plastic.most people go on auto pilot and some awaken kundalini. Reading is really listening to someone and not saying a word as well as looking into each other's eyes teaches us about our illusion of ourselves and how to offer a safe space for others to heal. telling my body's story was a burying of sorts. thoughts and feelings are in us, we must transform our vision to witness. I am making my story beautiful.

Sunday, November 4, 2012


Standing, sitting, or reclining, shine as an orb. No fear or grief, speak only good. in beauty and love. sing and dance and hug trees, Read with Allah, be alone to know, is to take the bitter fruit. let it go to Allah. Create, turn on, raise oil,  make it beautiful as before again. .the knower, knowledge and known are one. i got caught up in the whirl wind of the angel's caress. not wanting to be here in a cage, looking away, turning away, to face a lesser test. I saw it's shadow, the dunya,  for what it was so want more to let go of it. i must be in myself to birth it and unite people outside. see all around the cycle never stops of love. build make nurture create, like the red moon, most good for most people in my caravan. .Return like monarch migrations  first in flight. for a blink of eternity. so what if i see destruction? Look what I made of the pieces! that is why i don't sit for long, let go and look back down the river. i make that destruction like shakti. when things burn down we miss  the illusion for a minute. I am that minute. then hold on tight to what comes together to see yourself in love.