Sunday, February 28, 2016

storytelling

of wild poppies
swaying meadow
where breath is planted

on fingertips clear sky
bee

note to self

expanding to all that is
while contracting to nothingness
I taste equilibrium
to know without attachment

Saturday, February 27, 2016

storytelling

tear of God
on a rose petal
in my hand
I know who 
I am

Friday, February 26, 2016

micropoetry

a blind lady knitting
the light on her face

micropoetry

she calculates her age
in missed kisses

haiku

have we meet?
so many versions
of one full moon

3 lines

his gaze as if wind
searching for a distant shore
to crumble there unseen

micropoetry

sunbathing river
I am the cat sitting beside its purr

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

storytelling

lightest kisses trail
carving into heart
and back to the entangled
quantum.ly in blossom
vibrance the spin of light
mantra be
myrrh

Monday, February 22, 2016

haiku

full moon in lighter breeze
the sway of longing under skin
goose bumps

micropoetry

speak to me
in full moon terms

Friday, February 19, 2016

storytelling

rhythmic outpour
of willow green branches
breezing forward a river
I take it all in
eyes shut
bloom of suns
I am all and none

Thursday, February 18, 2016

micropoetry

unexpected yet natural
slow sunset coloring wings of butterfly

micropoetry

fresh coffee finds its native american name
morning breeze

micropoetry

camel herd
stitching nowhere to nowhere

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Healer's note: Meditation related to Medulla Oblongata

First in-breath, I allow Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony to enter through my Medulla Oblongata, activating all brain, reaching Third Eye where beam of light is ignited to shine forth. My Medulla Oblongata is Ganesha in action dissolving all self made obstacles.

Second in-breath, I allow the continuous flow of Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony, coming through my Medulla Oblongata to descend into my spine, widening the Shushumna Nadi.

Third in-breath, I invite the flow to reach base of spine where Kundalini resides.

Fourth in-breath, the consistent flow awakens Kundalini, bringing equilibrated synchronization to Ida and Pingala, her companions.

Fifth in-breath, they all fly together with ease and grace, to Crown Chakra, where Kundalini blossoms and reveals her noble essence.

Sixth in-breath, I align all of my physical, etheric, mental, emotional and soul being with Pure Source Abundance.

Seventh in-breath, showers of Pure Source Abundance engulf the totality of me, bringing even more vibrancy to my Soul Star Chakra.

Eighth in-breath, I identify myself as an expansion of  Pure Source Energy, Strength and Harmony, connected to All that is, conversing with Cosmic Consciousness. I am that, I am.

Ninth and final in-breath, is a gratitude breath, uncreating all distortion in all dimensions and sealing the healing in the heart of All that is.

So it is.


(While doing this meditation please sit spine erect and if possible, sit in lotus position. Kindly, visualize each in-breath coming through Medulla Oblongata.)

Sunday, February 14, 2016

poem

the drift of rose petals
takes me upstream
to a sound never heard
felt in lightness
that commands
I breeze your silence
fragrance on lips

1 line

trusting the wind to carry me to your scent

4 lines

mom
wild flowers bloom
in the shade of her headstone
I drift downstream

3 lines

sunday at dawn
religious commitment of one garbage truck
voices to empty self

Healer's note

As a healer, I am asked frequently to gift a distant healing. I started my valentine's day with such session then wrote a report to my receiving star. In it, I mentioned the following:

"Know, your genuine equilibrium is not related to the unchanged scenery of loved ones but rather to undistorted relationship with pure source energy."

In a year, that will foresee abrupt change as well as mass exit, may we be reminded by the above phrase.

Friday, February 12, 2016

storytelling

awoken suddenly by incense
from a dream
seeping and permeating
anchoring more of her soul
into an all seeing now

micropoetry

how to bewitch a bomber aircraft
into paper plane

micropoetry

bold font of pre dawn
in seeding light

haiku

gathering the milky way
between her lips
"I love you"

haiku

lifting the sky higher
with turkish coffee
deep and slow breathing

Thursday, February 11, 2016

haiku

thousand-yard stare
the drifting angle
of snowflakes

2 lines

she looks to the wind
to un-mute herself

storytelling

he keeps nurturing the open fire
not noticing her eternal flame
burning, flickering and cracking
gossip of pine cones
veiling the shy moon

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

storytelling

even rain
follows her rhythm
of breathing
and she asks
if he feels her

haiku

rippling heartbeats
sunward
flock of birds

storytelling

tilting head to heart
jasmine breeze
the blur circling a smile

I inhale deep
and let go into breeze

Monday, February 8, 2016

storytelling

stormy weather
I ask
to lower the volume

of TV
I need nature to express me

with every thunder, more of letting go
uninhibited sky in me

storytelling

the vastness of space within
vibrating her name
as if a sanskrit mantra
expanding in all directions
every atom of his, smiles

Saturday, February 6, 2016

storytelling

She wraps her scars in poetry. Unbeknown to her, by doing that, she is morphing into butterfly: Wings of dawn and fragrance.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

storytelling

wrapped in his arms
her soul hums a home
of jasmine breeze
how to fly
standing still

storytelling

on her blossoming skin
his kisses, light touches of butterfly
the way to fly inward

3 lines

breeze in the void
she empties herself
first rays of light

2 lines

butterfly
the joker card in a deck of petals

storytelling

he gathers the sun
and delivers it to her
in a light kiss ...
good morning