to amass yearning
for the soul
indentation of collarbone
her alive architecture
of his kisses and tears
where all lingers, a fragrance
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Question
Much like Hitler was not just an individual but rather a reflection of collective consciousness vibrating low, so is Donald Trump. The question arises here on how to reshape collective consciousness so to serve humanity much better.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Friday, December 25, 2015
Journaling about Sion
in the purple dimension
where I fade
into fumes of consciousness
all is
within three crystal pyramids
looking from the smallest one
as the other two curve
my soul rehydrates
and I know
home
mother planet visited
in out of body experience
soul memory awakens
since then
fathomable longing
to surge
with each breath
from Earth to different galaxy
and a gaze flickers, mine
menorah with eight parallel lives
ushering the sacredness of the current one
roaming aware I comprehend
yet the longing does not stop
to where all is
wisdom of love
full stop
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Storytelling
stalking her stalker
she accidentally learns
neither of them is fit for stalking
white kiss
on a moonlight beam
shared
from both sides
where river of pain
flows
a juxtaposition
she accidentally learns
neither of them is fit for stalking
white kiss
on a moonlight beam
shared
from both sides
where river of pain
flows
a juxtaposition
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
storytelling
driven by
the rhythm of wind
a snowflake relaxes into me
I surrender
inbreathing from on high
the rhythm of wind
a snowflake relaxes into me
I surrender
inbreathing from on high
Storytelling
winter gathering
the way you almost burn
your fingertips
peeling a chestnut
for me
the way I burn too inward
the way you almost burn
your fingertips
peeling a chestnut
for me
the way I burn too inward
poem
the way
you summon
more of me
on your lips
pulsating
fingertips
leaflike green
encirling the rose
dawn made by
dew shapeshifting
you summon
more of me
on your lips
pulsating
fingertips
leaflike green
encirling the rose
dawn made by
dew shapeshifting
Monday, December 21, 2015
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Refinement
Refine yourself by shifting your focus from "heaven" into "sacredness".
Within "sacredness", a pure source energy that connects you to inner peace and makes you vibrate it, commanding harmony that knows you as an integral part of all that is.
The more you increase your awareness, the longer you are able to maintain the frequency of "sacredness".
Within "sacredness", a pure source energy that connects you to inner peace and makes you vibrate it, commanding harmony that knows you as an integral part of all that is.
The more you increase your awareness, the longer you are able to maintain the frequency of "sacredness".
Quote of mine
Sacredness is not related to Heaven somewhere. It is rather a pure state of being, a frequency you tap into and vibrate.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
haiku
war zone
she babysits keys
for relatives
{Inspired by 2006 war on Lebanon, when my relatives, before escaping, left keys of their homes with me. At times, I felt baby sitting hope. Other times, specially when bombardment increased its intensity, I felt I am among what is left behind.}
she babysits keys
for relatives
{Inspired by 2006 war on Lebanon, when my relatives, before escaping, left keys of their homes with me. At times, I felt baby sitting hope. Other times, specially when bombardment increased its intensity, I felt I am among what is left behind.}
Poetry
snowflake
on snowflake
the veiled stars leak
they nudge
and nudge
where bright eyes deepen
the simplified lingers
of longing
on snowflake
the veiled stars leak
they nudge
and nudge
where bright eyes deepen
the simplified lingers
of longing
Friday, December 18, 2015
haiku or 3 lines
wind chimes
homeward
heart of silence
~
Or
~
wind chimes homeward
portal mid earthly sky
heart of silence within sound
homeward
heart of silence
~
Or
~
wind chimes homeward
portal mid earthly sky
heart of silence within sound
storytelling
out of charcoal night
waves leap
lighthouse's call
I go in the opposite direction
to retrieve shade from shadow
waves leap
lighthouse's call
I go in the opposite direction
to retrieve shade from shadow
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Orbs photography I
By now, my friends comprehend my love of orbs, how I celebrate their presence in my life. Here, are few photos I took last summer, outside my room at Delphi.
storytelling
stained glass mosaic window
followed by a sacred breath
how it all makes sense
it basks in colors
her inner gold
followed by a sacred breath
how it all makes sense
it basks in colors
her inner gold
storytelling
it falls in the gap
sunset
of stone arch window
I come closer to untangle each
last breath lasting
sunset
of stone arch window
I come closer to untangle each
last breath lasting
storytelling
she surrenders to sleep
black ink on white pillow
her mask too
she tumbles in bed
is it windy in your dream, dove?
black ink on white pillow
her mask too
she tumbles in bed
is it windy in your dream, dove?
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Eagles (photographed by me)
On September 17th I went to Virginia for a meditation retreat at Monroe's institute. Upon arrival, I was greeted by eagles.
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