Alone

Sometimes we get lost for a reason

Threading journeys unknown

Being lost 's an illusion

Just like being alone

Pain

The purpose of life is not to end suffering  but to realize it never existed, but in your own mind. 

Don't avoid the pain or mitigate it, don't deny it. 

Take it, feel it, look at it examine it closely, get passionate about it and taste it fully. 

And when every fiber of your body is vibrating with pain so fully you are about to desintegrate into it, hold it. 

Look it straight in in the eye and own it. 

And then release it- laughing with joy, experiencing every moment of it and the lesson it teaches you, fill it up with the ecstasy of the journey, let it rush through you as the greatest cosmic orgasm and enjoy it to the last bit. 

Let it linger, in your mouth, in your hair and your fingertips, in the smell on the crease of your neck. 

Integrate into your being, not as your suffering but as your blessing. 

Your pain is a part of you, don't suffer it.

Love it passionately. 

The highest vibration

We are just manifestations of our soul. So you can't necessarily separate one from the other. 

We often think of the "soul" as some attribute of us, something separate. What we call "soul" is the source, the infinite knowledge. The place where I am you and everyone else.  The body is just a grosser energy, manifesting in this realm. But  we create this duality by thinking the two are separate. 

So the purpose is not to learn to transcend the body but  to finally bring forth what we truly are.

 To liberate into this grosser form by learning to vibrate on a different frequency. 

The highest vibration being love. Not physical, lustfull, romantic love. But infinite pure love for every being and every moment. 

My soul remembers

My soul remembers

The breath

The skin

The fire within

My soul remembers

The longing

The tears

The spaces between

My soul remembers

The honor

The care

The light we had seen

My soul remembers

The life in my womb

The spark in the eye

The service

The quarrel

Standing with you

My soul remembers

It still holds on

To the terror

The slaughter

Not knowing

Not wanting to leave...

Isn't it time

We have poisoned our rivers so we can trap water in plastic bottles
We have cut down forests of trees to build factories that pollute the air
We have imprisoned Mother Earth under concrete so we can go run on treadmills
We have advanced our minds so much we forgot where we come from
We have mutilated our nourishment and starved our soul
We have forgotten about healing and obsess about silencing the symptoms
We have devoted our time to being alone with a plasma screen
We have dedicated our lives to jobs we can't stand, making money to spend on things we don't need
We are raising our kids by bribes and threats
We rage against the system, yet we support it with our blood and sweat, with our precious time
We have closed our eyes to all the ills of our society so we can look towards the spiritual path of enlightenment
Where are we headed?
Spirit is not somewhere out in space awaiting us to glow like a lightbulb
Spirit is right here with us on this Earth, witnessing us tripping ourselves and scratching its head as to how long can this possibly go on for...
Isn't it time we just stopped?
No longer give our strength to that which we wish to be free from....

Humble

When you want to shut down

Open up

When you want to run

Stay

When you want to cry 

Laugh

When you want to die

Breathe deeper

When you want to shrink

Expand

When you want to doubt

Trust

When you want to hate

Love more

When you want to punish

Embrace

When you want to feel sadness

Find joy

When you want to be angry

Be grateful

When you feel that you have lost someone

Find your own self

When you want to be still 

dance

When you seek silence

Sing

When you want to fight

Become humble

Sing for me

Sing for me

Guide my way

Let me rest my weary soul

On your song

Let the drumbeat mark my footsteps

Let the violin sing my pain

Let the notes if your song

Carry me on

Sing for me

Guide my way

Let me rest weary head

On your voice

Let the drumbeat mark my footsteps

Let the violin sing my pain

Let the notes of your voice 

Carry me on

Sing for me

Guide my way

Let me rest my weary heart 

On your Love

Let the drumbeat mark my footsteps

The the violin cry my pain

Let the notes of your Love 

Carry me Home

Let the voice of your Love 

Carry me Home

Let the Love of your Voice

Carry me Home. 

Dear Soul

Dear Soul,

You chose this earthly existence so you can work out your karma, experience new adventures, learn from your mistakes and take one step further along the road to ultimate freedom.

And somehow, here you are entagled in emotions and judgement just about everything and everyone, attached to this physical body and identifying yourself with this unsteady mind. 

You have become one with fear, you have tied yourself down and covered yourself with a dusty blanket just so that you don't feel that same pain you came to learn from and transcend. 

You use the illusion of feelings to escape responsibility and the fear of pain as an excuse to stay covered and hidden. 

And everytime you poke head out and take a glimpse of the light, you run back under your cozy blanket scared to look the very adversary you came to take command over in the eye. Yes, I am talking about the Ego, you have let this friend twist you around his little finger, wrap you in so many layers of illusion, you no longer have an idea what is out and what is in. 

How many more lifetimes are we going to waste listening to this foolish personality we have created? How many more lifetimes are we going to "try" to go beyond the illusions of the Ego?

How many more eons of time are we going to cower under an invisibility cloak cutting our own wings and chaining our own ankles, so we can convince ourswlves we can't fly?

Honestly, it is getting tiring!

The sword of truth lays in your hands, and you can cut through the fog of deception in the blink of the eye. 

The key to your cage is in your hands and only you can make the choice to open that door and fly out. 

It makes no sense to sit under your dark, heavy blanket and ask when the pain is going to stop, when you are the one making it real and you are the only one  who can stop it. 

You scream and fight and resist and try to escape.... The prison of the mind YOU Are allowing to exist, and the more you resist and the more you fight the more you breathe life into it. 

You have thrown away your own limitless power, kicked it in the corner and you allow this delusional human Ego to walk around terrorizing others and feed on their power, feeding its appetite that grows stronger and stronger every day and can never be satisfied simply because it is unreal. 

You are allowing the monster to exist, you are nourishing and growing it and then stomp your feet and grind your teeth that you are not in command.

Guess what, the time has come to throw off  the blanket, march into that corner and dust of that infinite power you are so afraid of. 

Harness the power of your free will and take command over the delusions of the Ego. 

Instead of letting your mind  run your rampant, take control and use it!

Use it to clean up the incredible  mess you have allowed Mother Earth to become!

Use it to share the love and compassion in that is in that enormous heart of yours, instead of creating competition and conflict all the time.

It is time.  

It is time to wake up in this dream and make this beautiful place our home. 

It is time to remember where you came from and what you came for. 

To create, to be with joy, to experience and to learn.  

You seem to have forgotten where you came from and who you are!  Dear soul, you are infinite light, and you come from the source of pure Love. 

You are pure Love, you are the place where there is no shadow and no doubt. You are the space where we all exist. You are one with everyone and everythhing, so all this petty competition and jealousy and separation are simply nonexistent. 

And whenever you find it hard to remember, I am here to remind you:You are Infinite Love!

Wake up, dust yourself off and get to work for we have much cleaning up and fixing up to do.

Put that beautiful mind to work and let's get going for we all want to make this beautiful planet our home. 

Endless Love,

Me

It's not a Sin

It's not a sin to love,

It's not a sin to open

A heart and hold it 

Beating in my palms

Especially if it's my own,

It's not a sin to sing

A song so ravishing 

And painful

It breaks the walls

Of separation,

It's not a sin to travel

To edges of the earth

And dance

In other's dreams

To beat the drums

Of consciousness

And wake another soul,

It's not a sin to yearn

For the fire of my home

A space so rich of sound

And color

We only lay our eyes upon

During our sacred journeys

Of the night,

It's not a sin to Be,

To be alone

To be in power

To command

To lead in battle

To sacrifice

To heal

It's not a sin to mourn

When leaving another heart

Until another time

Another space

While slowly waking

And getting ready 

For another day. 

Pray with me

pray with me

allow me to sit

even if I don't belong

allow me to heal you

and in that healing to find my own.

open your heart 

and allow

softness to be your pillow

forgiveness the ground you lay on 

compassion your blanket,

Love the stary night above.

I sit with you

I pray

I open my heart 

so you can open yours

receive

without deserving

without asking

be the child 

you never allowed yourself to be

be with yourself and the other

be with the child  with the Mother.

don't regret the pain

for it is the darkness 

that made you seek the Light,

let go the resistance

it's the only shadow blocking the horizon

allow the connection

allow the power of the womb 

to find you

penetrate you

guide you to the Source...

that's where I will meet you

Project Sagittarius

With the  glorious sun moving into the fire sign of Sagittarius, the seeker of the truth I start a new  project, or rather a new practice.

This glyph of the Archer symbolizes the desire for direction, a higher purpose, and abundance. 

Sagittarius represents  our attempt to free ourselves from man's animal nature.

I start the practice of paying close attention to my actions and identifying what comes from the heart and what comes from the Ego.

And each time I make a note and remind myself how I could have acted or expressed myself differently.

It doesn't have to be drastic, one little thing each day. Could be as simple as smiling at someone who doesn't like me, or yielding the right of way down the train when I am in a rush, not eating the last cookie in the jar, or apologizing first.

Start knowing what comes from the heart and what comes from the mind and making a conscious choice each moment.

This is my practice, this is my prayer.

Feel free to join me and share your experience

It is the small steps that make the journey.

Temple

Habits, rituals, prayers.... we all like to build a safe space somewhere where we can retreat during the storms of life.
Sometimes we forget though, that the safest space is being with ourselves.
The most sacred temple is the body that carries us on this journey, each step is a prayer and the only candle we would ever need is the flame of our own heart.

Undress my soul

Standing by the fire

Undress my soul

So I can feel the flame

 on my naked skin

Purify

Melt the layers of ice

Collected through the years

Melt the fears

Flowing down my breasts

Uniting

With tears of surrender

Flowing a river

Down my legs and into the Earth

A river of passion

A river of acceptance

An ocean of compassion

Eternal pool of Light

Flow me home

Take off the invisibility cloak

Let it slither to the ground

I want to be seen

I want to be heard

Not for what I do

But for who I am

Open up the cage

I wanna fly with sky

Light and free

Greeting the sun 

In my arms each morning. 

Crack this shell open

The withered shell 

Around my heart

Old and grey

Hard as a stone

Let it fall to the ground

Sprouting a river

A river to flow me home

Open me

Gently and firmly

Let me see in my heart

Let me feel on my lips

Let me spiral in rapture

Blazing like falling star. 

Longing

The longing is vast.

A flame that excites without warning and burns sometimes for days, blazing through the darkness of my solitude, extinguishing the logic of reason.

The longing is endless.

There is no shore in sight, only the palpable yearning to be united with the rest of me, the desire to be heard without words, the wish to be held without physical shape, to go deeper and deeper in the underworld, supported only by the light of the flame. 

Resting on the vibration of song that can be heard by no other. 

Sinking into the softness of love that can't be expressed in the realm of the physical. 

Boldly trekking forward into  unknown territory and never again feeling alone, knowing I have found the self- love in the reflection of your eyes, the self- worth in the corner of your lip, the unconditional love in the soft touch of your hand. 

Knowing that I have offered the same.

Knowing there is no space between you and me. 

Two flames of the same fire. 

Tonight I dance Love

Tonight I dance Love

Sweet and compassionate

Like the petal of rose

Angry and selfish

Like the sting of its thorn

Tonight I dance Love

Fiery and passionate

Like the kiss on my lips

Gentle and nourishing 

Like the breast of the Mother

Tonight I dance Love

Free and generous

Dark and mysterious

Deep and painful

Soft and inquisitive

Love that bleeds from my heart

Love that seeps through my veins

Love that breathes life into this shape. 

Comfort me

Embrace me with your fierceness

Guide me with the pain in your eyes

Nourish me with the bliss of your voice

Bridge this gap between worlds

With your song

Kiss me with the breath of death, that

Swallowed us thousnadths of time

Across time and space

Coaxing us

To awake in the dream

To unite the here with now

Wake in me

The memory

Of who I was before time was time

Before the sun rose in your smile

Comfort me 

With the circle of your arms

Across time and across continents

Through journeys and 

Haze of forgetfulness

Keep coming towards me

Sing in my dreams

Guiding me,

Guiding us 

Towards the Light. 

Invitation

I invite in my life new vibrations, not good or bad, but stripped of labels, judgements and opinion, taking me beyond the limitations of the mind.

I invite into my life new challenges that will help me grow and learn and share my lessons.

I invite into my life new manifestations of energy, not right or wrong but teaching me to experience my emotions fully, without holding back.

I invite into my life people, those I have walked with in this lifetime and those who I am yet to come upon.
For those souls who have already touched my earthly experience, I humbly pray to be able to see you with fresh eyes, free of judgement and prejudice; not carrying the weight of the past and without feeding expectations of the future, simply sharing the joy of the present moment.
For those who I am yet to find, I wish to meet you with an open heart and open arms, offering only love and compassion and asking for nothing in return but the ability to share and learn together on this path.

I invite teachers in my life, may they be new or familiar, people or situations, present or past, from which I can gather wisdom and experience and learn to love more.

I invite  new opportunities, joyous or sad, full or laughter or tears, opening me to the endless possibilities of the Universe.

I am open and receptive to the flow of the Universe, praying  only to heal and be healed, offering no judgements and having no expectations, simply walking towards the Light.

Solitude

Solitude is tremendous....

A vast ocean of emotions, waves of comfort, voids of loneliness, depths of emptiness. 

When I learn to swim in that ocean without fear of loosing myself,

When I learn to ride on the waves and not wish for relief,

When I learn to plunge to the bottomlesness  without the longing for the company of another,

When I learn to seek comfort in my own presence, find warmth in the beauty of my own flame, to be lead by the light of my own vision, and to trust my own heart,

When learn to sleep with the desolation each night and wake up in its arms each morning, not breathing into existence imaginary realities,

When I no longer feed my anger and blame others for my loneliness,

When I learn to rest into the desolation and be comforted by the flame of my own heart,

Then I can say I have lived and I have learned,

Then I can say I am whole and I am on my way home. 

Priestess

As the priestess you symbolize the law of knowledge. You know the truth, see what lies beneath the surface. Apply the psycho spiritual arts in a practical, influential, worldly way. 

Through dreams and meditation allow the moon subconscious to rise to the conscious awareness. 

In your watery receptivity you are a reflection pool, a mirror to others. 

You are a counselor, wise like the owl.

Like a dolphin, tune into other's vibrations. 

You are the Oracle, foresee. 

The queen, Nefertiti symbolizes your ability to bring the metaphysical perceptions into the  material world.  

The Tarot Voyager

Upgrades

Each time we plunge into the darkness of doubt

a part of us dies,

 each time we emerge into light

we are reborn again

stronger than before.

The bumps of life, no matter how small or how big

are simply the transitions from one vibration to another.

Each time life rocks you to the bare bone

rejoice, revel in the emotion

for it means you are strong enough to bear it

and you are ready to move onto another level.

The rules of the game have changed

I squeezed 

through the eye of the needle

Desolate ground

Only the whisper of wind

Unknown territory

Calmness and queitude

Silence and death

A whole new me to discover

A new world to explore 

I bow my head before you, Mother

I lay down my sword

No longer, fighting blindly

Shine your light

So I can learn 

To live in peace

The rules of the game have changed

A new day ahead

A new scenery's opened

No clue how to navigate. 

A new path to walk

No sign, no hand to follow 

Time to start walking

Making love to the unknown

The old page has turned

New chapter waits to be read

No new language

No symbols, 

Empty space instead

Standing at the doorway

I look inside

Light and darkness intertwine

In a solitary maze

Razor blade focus

To cut through the haze

No effort to make

No army to lead

No deamons to fight

But my own

Comfort and peace

Are the hardest ground to stand on

Remember, remember

remember, remember

the blood streaks

running down your legs

the darkness of death

and flames of shame

remember, remember

liberating  pain

tearing your heart apart

and screaming in vain

remember, remember

burying your own children

digging the dirt with your hands

hot tears the only prayer over them

remember, remember

the fight and the pride

the weapons you carried

the killing in vain

remember, remember

the plight out to sea

seeking for gold

seeking for me

remember, remember

the horror and pain

strangers in your land

plunder and rape

killing for faith

remember, remember

the darkness of dawn

the promise of light

the tremble of your body

bursting with fright

remember, remember

the cold and the frost

the lure of the dead

in white barren lands

far up the northern skies

remember, remember

the darkness of your womb

where all life started

deep in the woods

remember, remember

the comfort of home

before time began

where we were all one

remember, remember

the softness of Earth

the hug of the trees

moist soil underneath your feet

remember, remember

the green of the moss

the call of the rana 

the smell of the vine

remember, remember

the taste of the earth

the milk of the mother

the feel of the home

remember remember

embrace of the forrest

guided by the stars

follow the river

she's leading you home

Rise, Beautiful Mother

Rise, beautiful Mother

Raise up your head

You've been buried too long

Down in the netherlands

Rise from the ashes

Rise from the mud

Raise up your power

Lift up the Earth

Shine in the sky 

Like a beautiful star

Leading us forward 

Ready to fight

Rise from ashes

Rise from the mud

Raise up your power

Lift up the Earth

Open your heart

Blaze in the dark

Leading us homeward

Guiding with Love

Rise from the ashes

Rise from the mud

Raise up your power

Lift up the Earth

Mother

I love you madly

With every hot drop of my blood

I love you deeply

With every fresh breath in my lungs

I love you gently

With every  burning tear down my cheek

I love you dearly

With every fiber of my body

I love you eternally

For you are nothing but light

I love you beautifully

For you fill my heart with joy

I love you admiringly

For you send butterflies my way

I love you entirely

For you gave me life

I love you endlessly

For you and me are one

The dawn of being

Love cannot exist in time,

The nature of love is timelessness. 

Pure love is eternal. 

It has no beginning and no end. 

You cannot win it or loose it.

You cannot give it, deserve it or grant it.

It exists in you unconditionally.

It has always existed inside you, just someone had to come along and like a mirror shine it back at you, for you to see. 

It is the most beautiful thing..... The dawn of Being. 

Teardrop

A teardrop ran down my lip

Like petal of a flower

A song forgotten in the wind

That sings of tales of power

That same drop 

Running down my chin

Etching a path

For another one to follow

And slowly, gently on my neck

Like flutter kisses

Blazing pictures  on my skin

A memory so long forgotten...

When the world is upside down

When the world is upside down

And what is right has been called wrong

The current is dragging you

Into your death

Shadows crawling

Ghosts whispering

Seductive lies into your head.

When you notice the sun

sliding behind you

Leaving you into an endless night

It's time to turn around

Walk away from the crowd

It's when you feel the breeze

Under your hands

Mother Earth breathing life

In your footsteps

The ocean calling your name

And the wind giving you wings

To fly against the current. 

You know 

you are walking the sacred way home. 

There is no road to follow

No signs ahead

No guides to show you 

the treacherous holes

Only fingers pointed 

Empty faces frowning

" you are walking the wrong way"

And hands pulling you down

And dead bodies blocking the way. 

But It's when you follow

The song of the heart

Leading you down the path

That no one is walking

The voice of your soul

Gently talking

Whispering secrtes

So forgotten andd dark

That everyone in your world

Has turned their back

Keep on walking

With a song on your lips

Let go of the hand of Fear

It's only holding you back

Come face the Sun and the stars

Step by step

Each one closer to home

Where the soul belongs. 

Can we dare dream?

We all live in oppression. 

Oppression of someone else's opinion, someone else's judgement or the fear of someone else's words or actions. 

We live in a world of bullies. 

Where we allow ourselves to be bullied and in turn we misplace our own anger onto those who allow us to bully them. 

Constantly reinvesting our precious energy into a vicious circle. 

It is time to stop. 

Drop the power struggle and abandon the need to assert ourselves onto another human being just so we don't feel powerless. 

Stand in our own strength, on our own two feet, responsible for our actions, words and thoughts. Responsible for our feelings. 

And most importantly responsible for our power. 

Can we dare dream of a world where there is no power struggly?

Can we dare manifest that dream from our own actions?

Filth

We live with the fascinating notion that when things get out of hand, when life takes a turn we didn't expect, or don't get everything the way we want we should scramble and attempt to fix.... Everything. 

We power up, toughen up, start new projects and get everything done.  

We close up, put on the armor and ready ourselves for a battle so we can get it "right". 

We blind ourselves to the way things are and only see how we want them to be. 

We cut ourselves off the present moment so we don't have to deal with the chaos or feel the disappointment. 

Ironically, the only thing we need to do when the shit hits the fan is... To sit in the shit. 

Sink really nice and deep ad feel the tight embrace of all that is going "wrong". 

Dive into the darkness and soak in the chaos. 

Breathe in the muke of our own dead ideals and rotten dreams. 

Sink deeper into the filth of unborn desires and repressed fears. 

And stay there, until we loose that "Yuk" sensation and get really nice and comfy. 

Once we no longer tremble with desire to get out and get "cleaned up" is when we can finally stand up and keep walking with no goal in sight but the next mud puddle. 

Delusions

If delusion is all I have to keep me going, then I shall hold onto it with all my heart

If illusion is the only light

That shows my way

I shall cherish it until my last breath. 

Until my last breath

Find my anger, 

fuel my rage,

Sing my war song 

with the last of my breath,

Dance to the rhythm of my own heart 

and die with freedom on my lips.  

Anger born not out of my fear

But of my compassion

Rage carried in my veins 

From eons of repression

Violence fueled by the aggression

Towards my sacred soul 

Rip a cry out of me, Mother,

Gift me a war song

Rip my soul into pieces 

Bleed my heart out

To feed the hungry soldiers

To quench the thirst of the soil

Gift me courage, Mother,

And strength

To hold in my arms

The dying

To breathe power in the lines

Of my men

To carry the spirit of freedom

To lead and sing the war song

Until my last breath. 

Another name

I want to face the Angel of Death

Become One with her

I want to feel the coldness of her fingers

I want to drink the chill of her breath

Wrap her fingers around my heart

Embrace the darkness of my soul

A serpent is rising in me

And I am not afraid of its rage. 

Another face of the flame in me

Just as true as the light

Darkness not out of ignorance

Blackness as the twin of the Light

Another name for the Love in me

Born out of compassion

Born out of wrath

Violence reigns in me

Carried on infinite light. 

Light the fire in me

I put down the sword and the guard

I fight with the light in me

With the Love in my heart

I come not to conquer

I fight not for my might

I come to bring freedom

and bring my soul back to life

I come to remind 

of the limitless possibilities

I come to show you the Light. 

Stay with me Mother

Shine on me, Mother

Shower me with your light. 

Let me step into the fire

Not because I am strong and ready

But because I am scared and weak. 

I bow before you, Mother

In reverence 

In humble prayer

Give me guidance

Give me light

So I can bear your luminous might. 

I am nothing but a vessel

Carrying your word

Serving your will

Following your steps. 

I bow before you humbly

Let me be able

Let me be enough

To be with you

I am not strong, Mother

But I am willing 

To walk down  the path

Stay with me when I stray off the road

Stay with me in my moments of weakness

Stay with me when I am lost

Stay with me in delusional victory. 

Bathe me in your tenderness, Mother,

Wrap me in your  glorious wrath

Feed me with compassion

Lull me to sleep in your fog. 

So I wake up tireless

Forgotten the horrors of yesterday

Eager to take up the path once more

Singing your beautiful song. 

How much I love you

The Love that makes me happy is the Love that I can share with you. 

Why do I need to deny that I Love you?

It is not important if you Love me back. 

I may die tomorrow or you may die tomorrow. 

What makes me happy now is to let you know how much I love you"

Don Miguel Ruiz

The gift of light

The gift of light will appear when you take in the fear. 

Impeccable

"When you are impeccable you take reaponsibility for your actions, but you don't judge or blame yourself."

Don Miguel Ruiz

Life will break you

"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either because solitude will break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed ot left or hurt or death brushes near let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you wasted as many as you can."

     

Louise Erdrich

From the Talking  Drum

we danced

and we danced...

we danced scattering our seeds into the ground, ploughing and turning it anew, breeding life in the womb of the Earth.

We danced to shed our old skin and make space for the new, we danced to face our inner, darker self and love it as our own child.

We dropped into the feet and into the mud, rooting our bodies and binding ourselves to this earth to this time.

We jumped with the rhythm of spring,  we laughed and we danced from flower to flower, from moment to moment, carrying the breath of creation.

we spread our wings and we flew over and over the beautiful earth, finding our family and celebrating new connections, painting new horizons and singing new songs... we danced, the crazy rhythms of  beautiful children..

We danced through new moons and full moons, we danced through the summer, spreading our fire and stumping our feet, reeking havoc

We lost sense of time, sense of space, sense of ourselves , we lost our separatenenss and became one with the rhythm of drum

thump, thump, thump, we dropped into the breath, into the hips, into the fire of the womb, the chaos... we became everything and nothing and we danced and we danced well into the night underneath the moon, spilling our anguish, our agony, our tears and our blood into the Earth, making sure she will be fertile to bear offspring again, that she will create love out of pain..

Here we are at the treshold of the new beginning, the harvest, the rebirth, letting go of all the dance and listening only to the rhythm of our heart... slow and steady, nearing an end, letting go of all that no longer serves and readying ourselves for rebirth, reliving all the joy and the sorrow, the tears and the laughter, the pain and the ecstasy.... letting flow in and flow out in an infinite cycle of life... we danced... feeling the softness, feeling the caress of the fall wind dance into our fingers and our hair... feeling the first chill, we braced for the long journey to come

Giving birth to our new selves- stronger, wiser, fuller, determined to dive into the darkness of winter again, knowing fully what we are to face and joyous with the challenge... we dance... we dance to create life again from nothing, to flower from  the dirt, to shine light from the darkness, not only to dance but to sing, for we have found our song, our heart, our calling... and we dance... 

we dance into circles, spinning waves of light, waves of love, waves of chaos and creation, eternally grateful, eternally blossoming into the night, endlessly creating life only to face Death again  and be reborn,  again and again... an infinite dance with the cycle of life...

Let dissolve

The only suffeing comes from attachment. 

Atrachment to things, to people, to relationships, to ideas. 

Attachment to our personality, to who we think we are, to our separate identity.

To let dissolve, to melt into nothingness, and become one with the Universe is the most challenging and most rewarding journey we will ever undertake. 

The choice

Are we leading our lives or simply floating along like a leaf blown by the wind?

Have we taken charge of our destiny or are we waiting for one thing or another to happen?

Does the feeling of being stuck overwhelm , while we keep pushing the blame from one side to another refusing to look at ourselves and take responsibility for our actions.

Isn't time to stand up, dust off and take charge?
Stop pointing fingers at others judging, blaming and assuming and take a good look at what we do.

It's a hard truth to face the ugliness of our own existence, but it is there just as anyone else's.
May be we have given into the tide just because it's too hard to take a stand and swim against the current.
We put up with words and actions simply not to confront.
We put up with our own words and actions simply our of habit!

We blame the system but we are still a part of the system.

Everything in life is a choice.
Choosing to believe that there is another option and we can stand up and make our own destiny is the first choice we need to make.

Not-Beautiful

"If it is love we are making, even though we are apprehensive or frightened, we are willing to untangle the bones of Death nature.  We are willing to touch the not- beautiful in another, in ourselves. Behind this challenge is a cunning test from the Self. "

"What is the not- beautiful? Our own secret hunger to be loved is the not beautiful. Our disuse and misuse of love is the not- beautiful. Our dereliction in loyalty and devotion is unlovely, our sense of soul- separateness is homely, our psychological warts, inadequacies, misunderstandings, and infantile fantasies are the not -beautiful. Additionally, the Life/Death/Life  nature, which births, destroys, incubates and birthd again is considered the not- beautiful. "

Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Women Who Run With the Wolves. 

Can you feel it?

Can you feel it?

The spring in your step, the tingling in your fingertips...

It's the song bubbling in your breath, the smile hanging off the corner of your lips. 

It's in the tear gently caressing your cheek, not sure if it's a tear of sadness or joy. 

Can you feel the butterflies dancing in your gut, making wind with their glorious wings. Wind, pregnant with the all the unknown that is to be!

Can you feel it?

It's the flame getting stronger and stronger at the root of your being. 

It hurts to stay the same, it hurts to hold back the power...

It hurts not to spread your wings and let the wind carry you. 

It burns to try and deny the fire in your belly. 

It brings tears to your eyes when you hold your breath desperately fighting to silence song of your heart!

 Angry shocks run up and down your spine at the mere thought of fear, for what is fear but a weak denial to all that is!

Throw it out, for it no longer serves a purpose, as if it ever did!

Feel deep in your heart for what you know is already here. 

Your soul is no longer laying on the dusty floor of your being, buried under dirty  reasons and half realized fears. 

It is awake and storming out. 

 

It doesn't need to fight or break out, for in its gaze the impertinence of the blind   illusions simply melts, the fears simmer to ash and logic vanishes into thin air without even a "puff". 

Your soul is simply stepping out in all its glory and fire! 

To deny it, to fight it is to die a slow and painful death. 

Let it dance with the Wind and send Thunder in the sky! 

You know it is time to step into your power and march with the change. 

Anything less is hell. 

You can feel it with every fiber in your body, your can smell it with every sip of breath.... 

Why are you fighting it?

Let the fire in you blow up  into an eternal blaze, no need to fear it, no need to control it. 

The only way the fire won't consume you is to become the Fire...

The Ancient force in us

The old vibrations of struggle no longer bring results, in fact they never did but we were to blind to see. 

The warrior mode is no longer enough. 

The fighter is just one aspect of us and that is no longer enough. 

Dig deeper, look into the deepest, darkest vortex of the soul to find its counterpart- the Priestess, the Goddess, the Magician. 

We all have it, we just put those aspects of us on the side so we can bear the hardship of life. 

Well, bearing is no longer enough!

We now need to rise above the mundane and find our song, find our joy, find our ecstasy! 

Marry the warrior and the goddess in one- our true self, inseparable from the universe!

The two counterparts, the opposites, the twin flames, they are not without, they are within, waiting for eons and eons to be united. 

Find that soft, gentle, yet powerful force in us, that knows, that feels, that summons, that runs wild. 

Summon the Mother within, the Ancient one, the Wise one, that incredible force that has been dormant for too long. 

And let the warrior hang his sword, rest his sorrow on the her shoulder and weep rivers of pain for what he has seen. 

And when the anguish is gone, he can see his clear reflection in her, for they are one and the same, all within us and all around us. 

Change hurts

Change can be the most uncomfortable feeling
It is like trying to fit and look good into clothes that are very outdated.
You are twisting and squeezing and pulling and fighting trying so hard to be what you used to be.
But why?
Why is metamorphosis so painful?
Because we cling to our own perception of ourselves.
Because we are so attached to the idea of what we are.
"The most important thing is to be able at any given moment what we are for what we can become" Maharishi Majesh Yogi
The caterpillar doesn't resist becoming a butterfly.
The snake gladly removes its old skin to make space for a new one.
Even we throw out old clothes to make room to grow

Why are we so unwilling to do it with the things that really need changing?
Our outdated habits, old ideas of what we are and the people around us are?

We need to make space, to throw out the old and have fun with the new.
It is scary at first, but soon you forget the fear and become attached to that new you, only to resist the next change, lurking around the corner.

Fear

Fear is simply a reaction to the unknown. 

Take a deep breath and dive into it

Trust

Before we can trust another we need to learn to trust ourselves. 

Sun Song

Rise, little Sun, Rise

Bathe me in your glorious light

Shine, little Heart, shine

Bathe me in my glorious light

Come, little Wave, come

Play with my soul

Giude, little Bird, guide

Guide me your beautiful song

Fly, little Butrerfly, fly

Carry me in the wind

Mourn, little Moon, mourn

Burry me with old bones

Rise, little Flame, rise

Let me be reborn!

Can you stand in the darkness

Can you stand in the darkness

Deep in the void

Can you feel the empty space around

And cherish its liberating embrace. 

Can you sit with the emptiness

And resist

The desire to be full again. 

Exploring the sharp edges 

Of your true self

Learning to love the deep black holes.  

Can you feel the empty walls of your being

Simply the thud of your heart

Giving life to the universe. 

Can you see the abandoned corners 

With stale marks 

Of the unnecessary gone

Exhaling all that is old 

Feeling death in your veins

Can you wait for a breath 

Before you start filling up again

Can you wait and feel 

For direction

For sign

For a song

To bring you back to life. 

Can you sit with the void,

This vortex of nothingness

Not taking the first step

Waiting instead

For the path to call upon you

Can you stand the darkness

Sit in the silence

Drowning in stillness

Gasping for light

And really feel

your feet on the ground