Thursday, October 29, 2015

Personal Note

28th October 2008 this blog saw light. Happy Birthday to my reader and the writer within me. "Abundantly Heart My Laughter" was and continue to be a healing process through creativity and awareness. I feel your presence. Thank you.

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On another issue, I will be graduating PhD metaphysics from Delphi University in few days: 31st of October. My heart is pounding louder and louder in joy of my journey at Delphi. It is not ending here, rather taken to an upgraded level.

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As for 2016, I am planning to visit Alex Orbito (psychic healer living in Philippine) and stretch that opportunity to enticing edge.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Storytelling

He speaks of stars
Being an extension of him, not them
And the sky opens wide to another dimension
Leaking in the twinkling gaze of Home planet
Violet drizzles on eyelashes
She finally smiles
And continues her walk not alone
Fingertips kissed by cool air

5 breaths

amid silence
deeper
heartbeats

expanding
incense

Sunday, October 25, 2015

5 lines

sound of falling
leaves hitting the windshield
startled by gust of longing

deep and deeper
falling closed windows

3 lines

Nefertiti oil
to smell all possibilities
from one drop behind the ear

Personal note

I am shortening my online detox period. We meet again during October. It has been quite intense learning and practicing Kundalini Light Energization and Reflective Etheric Healing at Delphi University, Home away from Home. This evening, I started my last workshop in my journey towards Doctorate Metaphysics. A journey that made me fully realize I am Magic.


Friday, October 16, 2015

P.S ;)

folding herself in tears
like a lost love letter
opened after a thousand years
then sealed by its own fragility
only after soul of its alphabet being liberated
infusing all readers to be love
none is more special than all
connected to inner essence
that can never be really lost
tears of joy in stillness

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Personal Note

I am planning to detox for a while from the online thing. Take good care of your precious selves. Till November.

4 lines

folding herself in tears
like a lost love letter
opened after a thousand years
then sealed by its own fragility

haiku

the me in you
that gifts back a voice
to me, poetry

5 lines

dripping faucet
of abandoned house
amusing itself
still dripping
into oblivion

4 lines

of withered labels ...
migrating birds
unveiling depth
wide open

haiku

turning off light
for deeper silence
clarity of void

haiku

peeling away paint
the lost laughter
lost

haiku

late autumn
the taste of sunset
among afternoon clouds

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Storytelling

In the garden of the heart
Left edge of the left ventricle
A gardenia flower full of utter simplicity
Barely noticeable among the exotic
Who kisses its shivering dew while inhaling its transparency
Is to undergo a Near Death Experience
Where the revealed becomes an integral part of being
Pulsating the awakening of divinity within
Not of swords and conquered battles that of Greek deity
But of the shared shade and its mercy spreading into wider spirals
The interlacing of breaths bridging Earth to Lyra for inner music
How the Cello is hugged and left fingertips press rhythmically
The other palm caressing tediously the ache out
To be transmuted into million stars gifting hope to all
In the garden of the heart
Left edge of left ventricle

Letter: Eight years ago

Reader of mine,

End of October, eight years ago, this blog, a virtual class, was birthed. My first lesson was to reclaim the journey that I had intended to celebrate, pinning it on a foreign wall. Then, I was taught through mainly "faux-pas", being blessings in disguise, to celebrate my heart instead while embracing its intensity. As if the in depth diving equates to the outward reaching in stillness, holding the space of an ever expanding awareness, mine. Compassion being the keyword.

Thank you for hanging around as sharing multiplies the blessings.  My awareness is part of yours. From solitude to oneness.

In loving kindness,
Maya.


Quote of mine

With a twist of madness, creativity unveils the flames of passion.

#you

between
heart and heart, is there a
between

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

haiku

a light drift
unfolding time
haiku by haiku

5 lines

wild and kind
a deer stretches gazes
signed in ink of foolishness

the untold depth
of in between lines, felt

haiku

intimacy
of hues
white butterfly

2 lines

balcony view
how malleable a wall is

3 lines

scented skin
geese migrating early
to the other shore of his lips

5 lines

sideways glance
on windy night
sunset rebelling against softness
of wool hat
ticklish star laughing freckles

3 lines

sea drowning in one dew
solitary bench
on cliff

3 lines

moonlight songs and jasmine breeze
the unfathomable within
sweetness of being

5 lines

riding the wind in waves
a tiny hand
resurfacing
driving memories
with dad

haiku

tracing
the moon
in his palm

Monday, October 12, 2015

Storytelling (Lover of mine, Part III)

Past midnight, Cinderella is back to her insomnia, reviving Don Quichot and his windmills through a drizzle of Alphabet letters:

"Lover of mine is
Screaming silently liberate me from pain
Or drown with me in pain
I utter neither

As the Sun of love rises on the rose's petal
Everything wells up for a dew even faraway mist
The fullness of one lived moment encompasses all
Non judging what is as its prerequisite

Lover of mine is
Fighting his ghosts with shrewed discipline
I whisper past wind
Let them in so to let them go

As pain loses its label
All is a lived intensity
For who grasps depth of water
In addition to the effortless unfolding of 'to flow'

Lover of mine is
Resisting his past by judging his pain
Shredding his valley of hermits with an outcry
Blind to celebrating the beauty her eternal soul still shines

As windmills are attacked
Poem by poem
I wave, stop and come closer to heart
To breathe in its garden and simply be

Lover of mine
Whom I have not meet ... still
Let go of your scores
And let us hum a sky for wings."


Cinderella blows off the candle and sits by the window that looks to the other shore smiling yet this time she shifts her gaze to the North Star guiding all. She spots a shooting star of the soul that left too early. She kisses her with the brightest wishes on an endless journey. She apologizes too for the weeping brother who is mourning himself without a sister. The two girls laugh about his stubborness. One day he, like Don Quichot, is going to wake up from the trance.

10 min past the drizzle, she lit again herself for one last note, signing out the trilogy:

"Lover of mine whom I have never meet but read
Untangle sensuality from pain and punishment
It is not a tactic rather a world of alive love
Bursting out ever stronger to all that is"


5 lines

gliding his upper lip
from the other shore
an escaped breath

calling it back home
to be the blessed feast

5 lines

autumn dusk approaches
how to halt coldness
using the weight of longing
within a shared swallow
lit wonder

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Storytelling (Lover of mine, part II)

Waking up so slowly, lying down in bed still for savoring the life style of a sea turtle, she starts to flow in Alphabet letters:

"Lover of mine
Folding you slowly in my heart
Like a frankincense and myrrh scented letter
To journey together within the cosmos
On my sunny morning of Autumn

Gazing to the blue sky
I know the bluest pain
Our common ground
Yet we are meant to fly, not walk
Interlaced breaths

Through me, diving into Mother Earth
To its deepest crystalline cave of million shapes
Light of clustered Suns shining within
Glistening and shimmering on nakedness
Wrapping us in warmth of surrender and its jittery aftermath

Through me, soaring to the void of Pure Source
Past hallucination of angelic chorus
That has your inner child standing center stage
Then, to be silence within void
Disintegrating into the lightness of nothingness

Through me, birthing you on a different dimension
Watering your skin to bloom ever stronger in poetic essences
Stroking your hair of winter nights back to its pre dawn phase
Holding you in the fluffiness of love that does not possess
Liberating your fingertips to fly higher and deeper

Lover of mine
Whom I have not meet ... still
Be still, I hear you"

Finally, she stands up to be perfumed, wearing a smile. She lets her unfolding be. With grace and ease, she continues to breathe. A new day. Another twinkling in her gaze out of limitlessness and not expectations.

3 lines

Earl Grey tea, extra dark
along one Medjool date to share
gaze within gaze

3 lines

in the garden of the heart
vibrancy within colors
flame by flame

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Storytelling (Lover of mine, Part I)

Standing naked in her sweat, she jotted down a flow of alphabet letters, converging and diverging as they wished to:

"Lover of mine
Are you able not to shiver
Like an autumn leaf
In the winds of my longing

Are you capable to juggle between
My thirst and hunger of thousand years
To sip the dews off your body on a starless night
Nibble on your drowning gazes at my foreign depth

Spooning you between breeze and storms
While expanding your heart to the stillness of compassion
Stealing anger out of your character, judgement too
To help you grasp what co-creation means, not discipline

Walking the tight threads of your light and shadow
I observe you troubled by useless games on guilt
while knowing the inches of your body and soul
That float within a symphony of love, mine

Pacing myself into sweat
I contemplate how to seduce you back into being
Instead of your chosen marination in tedious calculations
Poetry is not to be scored from afar rather lived within

I sprinkle Archangels unto your body, new Demons too
Merging them with the wetness of my lips on your cells
To take you back to your wholeness within Oneness
Before what you have ever remembered or tried

Pre dawn, the void of Pure Source
Lifting us through a portal of lust
What mandala am I to draw on your translucency
To tease your Holy Spirit back to interaction

Lover of mine
Whom I have not meet ... still."


... Then she stepped in, under cold water to keep her exhale deep within, muting her voice into more talkative body. Her gaze kept twinkling, imprints of an everlasting fantasy. Or not.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Metaphysics Note: Happiness

You do not owe yourself to be happy. Happiness is a decision taken through awareness in the now moment irrespective circumstances. It is not a target you seek nor a mirage to follow nor a debt to yourself you have to worry about. By happiness, I mean Self contentment: Looking in the mirror and just smiling. It has nothing to do with boasting. It is about relaxing into your own deep inner knowing so to allow it to resurface and shine throughout your daily life.

Among what the inner knowing may share, "You are part of God and God is part of you". How can you not be Self content fathoming your sacredness!

I acknowledge that the misbeliefs you bought into as a child for whatever reason, and you keep holding on to them as part of habit, comfort zone or even false identity, they may render your awareness partially blind. Realize that you will not be naked without your misbeliefs. Realize too that they are seeds of victimhood planted in you, ready to burst out whenever is possible. Time is now to review and uncreate them so to opt for self empowerment. Time to soar in the wholeness of whom you really are.

There is no dead end on the path of awareness: Only graceful beginnings to be savored.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

haiku

of and on fallen veils
prayer beads
awaken fingertips

haiku

letting go
to fall unto Self
prayer beads

Monday, October 5, 2015

Bedtime Story (Part III)

 Breeze slept and awoke into a life of vitality, better than any dream. Let us look together into his further unfolding. Breeze is celebrating himself, his nature as magic. He is not anymore asking for proof on being magic. Nor is he asking, "am I able or capable to be magic" and "whether can I trust myself being magic". He stopped demanding from himself not to err too. He is allowing himself to explore his nature and life to the extent that day to day colors are gaining vibrancy each passing minute. Breeze, despite being light like an angelic feather, is starting to acquire depth. He travels distances, communicating heart to heart with creatures and souls, caressing in the multitude their sense of serenity and reflectiveness. He is not judging even pain. He is experiencing what is. Feeling others from within, just like when he filters in, into a willow while at the same time being attentive to the river she is standing on. It is in a way, bi-locating. Feeling how the willow maintains graceful silence while also feeling the river reciting aloud his poems of lust to her, rumbling in emotions. Breeze is judging no one. He is experiencing life as a continuous blessing and not a waiting room for the awarded minute of possessiveness and illusive victory. He is reflecting on his own life too. He realized that inflamed ego is about an ego out of balance, whether negating self for others (his first love to Rose) or negating others to feel the importance of self (when he became wind). He is observing himself gaining a healthy ego. His unconditional openness allows him to feel Oneness and its fluidity, even co-creating consciously with Oneness. He has finally fathomed we are all co-creators with Oneness, yet the question is are we doing it consciously or not. The more conscious we are as co-creators, the more often we gift ourselves empowerment. Breeze is noticing how the collective mood is dictating the weather further unfolding. He is coming to realize he is not exclusively magic. All are magic. Yet the difference is, he is now the one aware of being magic, activating his nature ever stronger.
Seasons cycled by him till the day, Breeze encounters a rose of white snow color with tinges of light pink as if the Angel of compassion carved its mark on the etheric body of her petals. He suddenly feels his heartbeats racing up to the same speed his heart once raced so many years ago, around the encounter of his first love. Yet everything is anew now. After a long journey of changing perspectives, he is experiencing the old with amazing grace of freshness: back to the start yet on a different spiral. Quite enticing. 

Whenever Breeze crosses my mind and heart now, I hear his message "Relax even more into your knowing".

Sweet Dreams.

End of Trilogy ~ 

To my reader

I am to finish writing the third part of Bedtime Story, ending the trilogy of Breeze. I will be posting it tonight or tomorrow max.

To refresh your memory, here are the direct links for part I & part II:

http://celebratingajourney.blogspot.com/2015/09/bedtime-story.html?m=

http://celebratingajourney.blogspot.com/2015/09/bedtime-story-part-ii.html?m=1


Sunday, October 4, 2015

Note to Self

(dedicated to Judy, my outstanding teacher, a psychic and healer of highest caliber)
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Judy gave me a psychic reading last month. She said that I have not built me an ego. And that my life mission is to do exactly that. In a way, she made me giggle. My love for myself is so fundamental and unshakable to the extent that building me an ego, as self defense mechanism, is irrelevant to me. I love me. I see others through the eye of love, spoting in them their best potentials. They, however dark they may get, do not threaten the love for myself from myself. That said, I do not know how to interact with humans. I am a new soul on this plane (which Judy confirmed). Dealing with other humans is troublesome. But I am willing to learn to improve my skills. Yet determined to shine my light, love and wisdom ever stronger each step of the way. Embracing my foolishness too, each step of the way. All is well within me, love.

5 lines

wearing puffiness
a leafless tree
wedding poses
gazing into the distance
then back to forefront grass

haiku

the full moon
has sweet fragrance
coconut milk

Friday, October 2, 2015

Note to Self

Never hating. My heart, heart of child. Thank you.

haiku

within sound of longing
child's silence and heartbeats
the shell confesses


Poetry & Storytelling

basil on opened-face tomato
with extra virgin olive oil splash
the story begins
in autumn
when dying means a rebirth
within his embrace
the way they share without talking
sky of million hues
sculpturing a private lexicon
of gazes that touch inner earth
raining what has not yet been tasted
elongating even stronger
insomnia
to the other side
of aliveness
wild grace
purity of intensity
to invade
in simplicity
pink Himalayan seasalt

5 lines

passion flowing in us
which wave is you
crashing on me
to intimidate pain
by non judgement

Quote of mine

Love is not the luminous glory of victory ; It is rather the shade of shared compassion.

3 lines

deer at shot range
is he to kill home
whispers of grass

5 lines

awaken at pre dawn
to co-create
light on fingertips
seeping from window frame
mauve tinges of magnolia

5 lines

how to Zen
a poet writes
not thinking of you
breath lingering
on the rose

Poetry & Storytelling

breathing out
from the other side
to swing a poet
in-between wind and breeze
the scent of midnight
in his melancholic gaze
blooming kisses on fingertips
lullaby of silence
ushering the storm of stillness
to unlearn what was
so to be love

haiku

lavender fields
the way to
breeze dreams

Thursday, October 1, 2015

haiku

fishing
the rainbow
a cobweb of dews

haiku

still blossoming
with his forget-me-not
her lips

haiku

lit candle
gifting the blind
warmth of colors