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.