في قلب الوردة البيضاء
اما عِطرُها مِن مفاتيحهم الكونية
whirling dervishes
at the heart of white rose
her fragrance one of their cosmic keys
(photo by Peter James)
Wednesday, June 29, 2016
arabic / english poem
دراويش مولوية
في قلب الوردة البيضاء
اما عِطرُها مِن مفاتيحهم الكونية
whirling dervishes
at the heart of white rose
her fragrance one of their cosmic keys
(photo by Peter James)
في قلب الوردة البيضاء
اما عِطرُها مِن مفاتيحهم الكونية
whirling dervishes
at the heart of white rose
her fragrance one of their cosmic keys
(photo by Peter James)
Note
Combining Love to Wisdom one gets Grace.
Hence, no grace without love even if there is wisdom.
Likewise, no grace without wisdom even if there is love.
(photo by Peter James)
Hence, no grace without love even if there is wisdom.
Likewise, no grace without wisdom even if there is love.
(photo by Peter James)
5 lines
her touch a mantra
seated in each cell of his
a thousand chanting monks
in silence to vibrate
the rising thunder between tremors
seated in each cell of his
a thousand chanting monks
in silence to vibrate
the rising thunder between tremors
5 lines
on same window
in different dimensions
they unfurl in poems as if kisses
blooming in each other wound
to heal that with liquid gold
in different dimensions
they unfurl in poems as if kisses
blooming in each other wound
to heal that with liquid gold
arabic poetry
نسيمٌ قبيلَ الفجر
يتسلقُ عُمراً
الى ثغرها المتورّد
في عُمْقِ تنهيدة
ليرتحل مع خُصلات شَعْرِها
نحو شمسٍ مِن الحنين
تُهدى مرةً اخرى اليها
في تَرَقرُقِ قطرة ندى
ما بين الضفتين
يتسلقُ عُمراً
الى ثغرها المتورّد
في عُمْقِ تنهيدة
ليرتحل مع خُصلات شَعْرِها
نحو شمسٍ مِن الحنين
تُهدى مرةً اخرى اليها
في تَرَقرُقِ قطرة ندى
ما بين الضفتين
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
storytelling
she stands barefoot
in her translucent nightgown
facing jasmine breeze
to be fuller moon
under his gaze
in her translucent nightgown
facing jasmine breeze
to be fuller moon
under his gaze
storytelling
she cloaks herself in pre dawn
to go exploring void
telepathic sound the enhanced
empowers her to breathe in
white roses peak frequencies
to go exploring void
telepathic sound the enhanced
empowers her to breathe in
white roses peak frequencies
Monday, June 27, 2016
Thursday, June 23, 2016
Friday, June 17, 2016
storytelling
midnight nude swimming
her voice in small pocket
left on shore
for rosewater to cradle moonbeams
all this innocence
her voice in small pocket
left on shore
for rosewater to cradle moonbeams
all this innocence
storytelling
wild flower that closes up at night
surrounded by darkness, she turns to her inner sun
he awaits her morning to be dew on open lips
surrounded by darkness, she turns to her inner sun
he awaits her morning to be dew on open lips
Note
How much do we experience what is, through outside circumstances and feedback?! Trusting our stories of sunset endings and sunrise beginnings, falling into hectic loops of emotional and mental rides.
What if, we make a leap to be the Sun. Feeling our inner strength while being conscious about our solar flares impact on others. Knowing Self as eternal source of light irrespective whatever.
Monday, June 13, 2016
Note on Garden of Forgiveness
Ending 3 days “Healing Wounds of History” workshop, June 12, 2016, all attendees with gracious hosts went to visit Garden of Forgiveness, a gem project based on Alexandra Asseily vision, situated between 3 mosques, 3 cathedrals and 3 thousands years of archeology at the heart of Down Town, Beirut.
At the end of our visit, which was quite emotional for me, feeling the outer space in every cell of my body, Alexandra Asseily asked me as psychic what do I foresee for the Garden. I replied “Instead of being a center that links (her initial vision), it became an island (bit isolated and unaccessible yet preserved from above). People have to build bridges to access it.”
Visionaries like Alexandra do manifest gold for all to benefit from but it is for group consciousness to reach out for it and its blessings.
That evening when I reached home, an explosion went off near by.
I asked myself what kind of bridges each one of us has to build to access his or her Garden of Forgiveness, breaking the cycle of violence. The Garden is always there, within, preserved from above. Yet we have to allow ourselves to access it. I found myself answering: “Through raising awareness, Garden of Forgiveness is accessible, wherever it is.”
Love breeds even more gorgeous love.
Hate breeds even more ferocious hate.
It is not Revolution that we seek but rather Evolution.
Hate breeds even more ferocious hate.
It is not Revolution that we seek but rather Evolution.
May we raise our awareness to be blessed accessing our Garden of Forgiveness.
May we claim back our wise hearts to thrive in peace and harmony.
Much love and appreciation to Alexandra Asseily.
(written June 12th)
Note on HWH
Quite an interesting first day out of three, attending Healing Wounds of History. It is based on experiential learning. So the 'game' was to channel 3 persons / energies then my higher self on a personal issue.
My question / issue: "Where is home?" (which country to live in)
My grandmother Asma answered: "Your home is not made of stones. Your home is your inner strength. Tap into it to feel home anywhere and everywhere. Your inner strength anchors a lot of wisdom, child. I gift you my white shawl, put it over your head whenever you are tired to feel my presence next to you."
Jesus answered: "The light is you. You radiate light. Light is your home. Feel that connection. It does not matter on which road you walk. Vibrate your light everywhere. No one can deprive you from your light. Light upon light."
Home planet Sion collective consciousness: "You carry us within you. We are your home planet. Always connect to us through the violet flame. Remember to activate this connection. You went to Earth for a mission. You are executing it, just relax while doing it. Relaxing into your mission empowers you to execute it even better. You are always welcomed among us. We feel you. We thank you for allowing us to work through you. Know, while you are in physical body on Earth, your spirit walks on Sion. We ask you to anchor more of your spirit within your body so you can feel more of Sion through your body, thus feel more of home."
Then,
Higher Self answered: "Do not buy into the illusion of rejection. Choose consciously to drop rejection. It feels home wherever self love is. It is your answer. Through self love you welcome yourself into this world to accomplish your mission."
Tonight, loving myself even more, and feeling at home. Loving all that is. Feeling loved too, abundantly.
(written June 10th)
Thursday, June 9, 2016
storytelling
warm heart of empty bench
basking in the seven rays
'in the memory of ... ' plaque
I catch the peekaboo breeze
between heartbeats
basking in the seven rays
'in the memory of ... ' plaque
I catch the peekaboo breeze
between heartbeats
storytelling
Pears. Pears. She keeps waiting anxiously to gift others pears. Unbeknown to her, she is Cedar.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Saturday, June 4, 2016
storytelling
into the distance
he follows her gazes
to decipher her silence
for even silence
is open to interpretation
he follows her gazes
to decipher her silence
for even silence
is open to interpretation
haiku
silence
between rain droplets
just enough
space to breathe
~
space to breathe
just enough
between rain droplets
silence
between rain droplets
just enough
space to breathe
~
space to breathe
just enough
between rain droplets
silence
reflection
Transparent silence is kind of let go in manner of so what. Being the beyond through defenselessness. Anchoring spirit into physical body irrespective whatever, thus, empowering soul to access a different wifi.
Friday, June 3, 2016
storytelling
he inbreathes her
in tenderness till exquisite silence
she feels her body rose water
in cupped hands of the moment
in tenderness till exquisite silence
she feels her body rose water
in cupped hands of the moment
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