haiku

summer heat
the friction
between her thighs and his gaze

5 lines

to revive
lost dreams
in an autumn leaf

colors of letting go
so to transmute

Poetry

في  عُمق  الريح
حنينُ  التخلي  عن  الحنين

Within the depth of wind
longing to let go of longing

Arabic Poetry

يرى  البحر في عينيها
أطيافاً  من  الملائكة
تتلألأ

Arabic Poetry: Sufism

حينما يهمسُ  النور باسمي
أتسأل من أنا
إلا منكَ  فيك ولك

5 lines

the fullest breath
in one bubble
exploding

essence of eternity
unconditional presence within a fleeting moment

5 lines

all the shadows  crossed

on the path 

to self enlightenment

from fear to bliss

owning the manifested

Quote of mine

Dimming my light out of consideration to your ego-self, is a disservice to all, your authentic-self included.

Haidakhan Baba: Ki Jai Bhole Baba

Nonsense poetry of mine

wild horses, more wild
running through veins
prairies of love

to tame or not to tame
the missed scene of mutual respect

Yhandi therapists versus Classic therapists (Jung & co followers)

Classic therapists drowning in their rigid chairs along logic and all the mental jargon they are attached to, tackle "patients" while limited by current life. On the other hand, Yhandi therapists, who are psychic mediums (as prerequisite), deal with their "stars" from the openness of heart and the expansiveness of soul profile, communicating with subconscious that is a mirror of higher consciousness.

Classic therapists (and who likes to play pretend he is one of them) re-enact the stiff role of God, who keeps files. While Yhandi therapists see all (themselves and stars) as fabric of Oneness conversing with Itself for the best benefit of all that is: Yes, conversing as equal and not observing from a pedestal.

Great time we are living in to evolve: Let us evolve!

Just a remark to be aware of.
With all due respect to Jung, a pioneer, then.


P. S: 
Since Jung was the first, as a psychology scholar, to admit about a collective psychic functioning within the psyche, it would be great for his followers, not to be just followers but rather Jung-like forging a new path, off the beaten track, by conversing with collective consciousness: Direct conversation.

Poetry

sweet blur
of longing
teal over white
etched with tenderness
fathomless breeze
coming from
going to
nowhere, now & here

Haiku

in stillness of lake
dipping  toes
ticklish sky

Poetic mood

across body
a trail of ache
for thirst
to nibble on
more thirst

Haiku

in the depth of eternity
a fleeting moment
of our first encounter

Poetic mood

to
scatter
108 seeds
of
rainbow
through
a
kiss

Arabic poetry

Poetry

sail with me
to the depth of words

searching for your light

on the edge, between time and space
our laughter to mingle with tears

Haiku

rhythmic cuddle
to hum the pain away

breeze at dawn

Poetry

naked
brimming with love
the full moon

over wild wave of pain
in an embrace
free soul gazing

Metaphysics note

My life experiences connecting thread is about abandonment. It means I am stuck in that vibration attracting even more abandonment. The real message here is that I have abandoned myself, my joy and my power.

Through awareness I reclaim now what I have lost. I reclaim aliveness thus dictate a different scenario of living to the Universe.

Awareness is the ultimate frequency changer.
Thank you Universe of mine.

Poetic mood

floored in an autumn leaf
forsaken places
erupting to let go

Poetic mood

sunrays on open palm
the simplicity of going deep
tingling interconnection

3 lines poetry

jasmine breeze, predawn
to infuse light
in body till supernova

The psychic dilemma

You can disregard or buy into a psychic consultation but you cannot argue with the psychic while giving the consultation (or worst yet try to sell her/him your point of view). What s/he sees is not what you see. Be humble enough to allow yourself to listen to a different view till the end, without the mental jargon of yours. Kindly, remind yourself that you have asked for her/his consultation thus initiating the first contact. Yet, be sure you are free to do whatever afterward, baring the consequence of your choice whatever that may be.


As a psychic, I am confronted with such critical situations: A wide array of challenging clients, from energy vampires, passing by twisted characters such as ego maniac,  arriving to very kind persons who are stuck in pride and image trap, perceiving what is gifted by the psychic consultation as personal insult.  How can I, who is an advocate of Oneness, communicating with it, experiencing its deliciousness in every breath, attack my client! My golden rule as psychic is to empower my client by lifting the veil, in service of all that is.


Sometimes, I miss the phase of my life when I communicated my psychic abilities to a non language using subject such as nature. People are tiresome.
"Dio mio aiutami!" as they say in Italian.

Quote of mine

Poetry is a portable inner sky of the lightest blue and bluest light ... keep it close by.

3 lines poetry

how the trees bleed in Baltic amber
she writes ~
the gifted healing by intimate absorption

Poetry

trailing
butterfly
kisses
through
the fluidity
of neck
to draw
soul
to a tenth
of body
magnifying
expansiveness
his plot

5 lines poetry

suspended
in the moment
where our lips touched

how to make a moment
stop replaying its haunting light?

Arabic Haiku

في عُمقِ  الليْل
الفُ  شَمْسٍ  في  جَسدين  تعانقا
حدّ  الالوهية



Its translation:


deep in the night
one thousand sun from two bodies intertwined
to the edge of divinity

Poetry

fingertips trailing soul along body
convulsed by touches of Light
flames of thirst calling forth more thirst
crumbling to rise from ashes

Poetry

falling leaf soaring with gusts of wind
to sink more gently into fetus position
engulfed in surrender past volcanic eruptions
the tender kisses on refracted light
eroded back to stillness

Haiku

koi, butterfly
a single progression from the start

raw smell of an explorer

Metaphysics note

Whether you do it consciously or subconsciously, you have a choice. For better expansion, choose consciously. In all cases, know being indecisive is your worst case scenario. While a wrong choice will slap you to wake up, indecisiveness will prolong your lost time for no benefit.

Haiku

sufic drop of dew
to unleash roses from her skin
night moon

In retrospect

Encouraged by dear professor Visentin, this blog was started 7 years ago, late October 2008, when I just started my master degree in Economics in Switzerland: A decision I made to turn a page and invest in myself: its title "Higher Education". Late October of 2015, I will be graduating PhD in Metaphysics from USA, putting a closure to a 7 year cycle. It was a journey between two continents from the scarcity pillar of Economics to the abundance pillar of Metaphysics. A self healing cycle. "Higher Education" meant deeper knowing.

Repeating Paul Selig precious words: "I know who I am. I know what I am. I know how I serve."

I wonder what my next cycle title might be. Filled with childlike curiosity, I am about to step into the second cycle while repeating the same call of my ever posted photo on this blog "Sail with me!".

My Heartfelt Thank You.

Metaphysics Inner Oath of mine

anchored in stillness
to float as One
with Mother Earth
diving in Cosmic Intelligence
infinite nurturing flow of harmony
between macro and microcosm
aware of fractal geometry of all that is
focused on integrity, authenticity and compassion
embracing my individualized flavor of Oneness
in continuous communication with Pure Source
unveiling law of vibration and its mysteries
dot circle spiral vortex portal sphere dot


the violate flame running through my vein
I whirl on stillness
Love, I am

Expression to reflect on

Reflecting on the expression "Inner Tuning of Genius"

Quote of mine

For who chooses being over going, all 4 directions winds are a blessing, even non wind.

5 lines poetry

we rise
sunrays washing Self
in dews

to be dried
with stronger fragrance

Poetic mood

heart, open up
again and again
extend yourself
to seduce your Spirit back
full presence and its ripple effects ~

(photo from internet, saluting its photographer)

Storytelling

rising to autumn rain
as if late afternoon
melancholy
outside window
throughout soul
is there a blockage
between 'I am that' and 'I am' ?
I exhale ... wind

(photo from internet, saluting its photographer)

Poetic prelude

clouds racing waves
on cheekbone
autumn rain

autumn rain
on high cheekbone
clouds racing higher waves

from outer to inner
a fetus position
under umbrella

Poetic mood

in her lingering perfume
his heartbeats

Storytelling

early autumn, late night walk
her rectangular scarf
caressing the stars
from seashore
muting winds

Haiku

to unmute love 

from another dimension

sunlight shimmers on sea

Storytelling

at her collarbone
again
he hid face of pain
and its bewilderment
seeking her with fiery urgency
to rebirth him
out of time
out of wound
and its internal bleeding
out of closed drawers
that never seize a sister's smile
out of a photo frame
where he is captured
alone and lonely
without his light
.
.
.

little did he know
he is fighting his shadow with another shadow
"you are light so stop resisting" an echo beamed
from her real smile in a faraway realm
refracting on a window of mine

Poetic mood

all houses
under one blanket of fog
even the lonely one and its cliff

won't you leave the past behind?
he asked himself

Poetic mood

through a mist of tears
her lover sways
like sea breeze
again and again

free verse

the 

          deepest

                             swirl 

                                             and

                                                          lrihw~ 

                                                             by 

                                                               a 

                                                                            falling 

                                                                                   jasmine

             

                                                                     on poetic fingertips

                                                                                                                           fully open ; fully open                                                                        

  was he too,

                                                                    freezing 

the kiss

                                                                    in 

                                                                   still emanation

so fragrant

... who makes an effort to remember the breeze?

3 lines poetry

shimmering under the moonlight
untold tales of her
longing

Haiku

Calla Lily
on inner Divine light
lovers whirling

Quote of mine

                      The grace of love is in its humility.

Haiku

late autumn and last sip
of 5 o'clock tea
forget-me-not still blooming

Haiku

Tulip field
the steering breath
amid his poetry

Free Verse

teardrop and thirst
melting in surrender
amid sacred fire of blues
trance like rhythm
the emancipated soul and 12-bar blues
was it harmony gained?
then, 12-bar original
free as a bird
from let it be
to flying
the simplest wording
different time still
climbing the musical ladder
celestial tone
sight of light
violet hue
golden presence
so it is!

5 lines Poetry

longing
voiced by the reed flute
mightier than cedars

how much strength in openness!
the sacred breath that links

Personal experience

I meet recently a spiritual teacher, quite unique in his psychic abilities and how mature yet simple he is using them and subsequently delivering his message. He asked me out of nowhere why am I suppressing my craziness (my wild creativity and unique non conforming). As a storyteller, he spoke of a cat who suffered from head injury then woke up questioning what is she going to utter: Meow or Woof-Woof. Those couple of minutes, happening at the perfect time of my unfolding created a domino effect. Yet, originally I am neither Meow nor Woof-Woof utterer. I am my own unique Voice.

So may I say to myself: Welcome back to the wildest of the wild Maya!

Meanwhile, repeating a cherished affirmation of mine: I allow myself full freedom to explore with consciousness; my theater stage is limitless, connected always to Pure Source.

Quote of mine

Individualized Oneness: How much alike & different we are!

Quote of mine

We seemingly speak to each other to catch the clarity of ourselves voicing inner sight.

Free Verse

fallen leaf and its last wish
few moments as a butterfly
intense aliveness whirl
on background of blues

5 lines Poetry

light and fire merging
to birth her
blue spirit hard core

lightness of being dance trance
outside the margin

Arabic Poetry

ما بين الملائكة والجنّ
وادي خَصْب يُراقِص فيه النّورُ النار
هي منه

Haiku

his soul frequency per kiss
unveils him
master of light

5 lines Poetry

invisible calligraphy
on her skin
head of brush from his breathing

time and rhythm
shifting spaces toward inner art

3 lines Poetry

playing her strings
like a mantra
he learned to fly

3 lines Poetry

like a silk scarf
amid windy whirls
bodily music, note by note

Haiku

eyes closed
scattering seeds of poetry
across his lips

Personal update

Dear reader of mine, I will be traveling abroad in few days this month of August, returning back to Lebanon, my home country, in November. I will be away of internet access at certain intervals as I am to attend several workshops to graduate PhD of Metaphysics along an additional workshop of meditation. 

I will keep sharing my journey as much as possible. Meanwhile, be joyful and stoke your inner light ablaze with excitement. You matter as there is nothing but Sweet Divine Oneness. 
Jai to aliveness!

Haiku

erupting a volcano
with jasmine breeze
and its longing

Haiku

espresso, double shot
poet's creativity
bracketed by intense and simple

5 lines Poetry

cafe latte
how foolish to numb intensity
squared with stirred camouflage

to seek disappointment for emotional safety
the fake one foams

3 lines Poetry

Orange blossom water
Never lost amid all the dilution
how pure longing is!

Quote of mine

The most precious knowledge is the revealed one, so stop seeking.

Haiku

expanding into blues
dusk
loud silence

Poetic shot

racing to see
another sea
of white chiffon

ocean rocks cupping
allure and its ~

Haiku

bitter coffee, Arabic
sweet memories leaking
from cardamon

Haiku

coffee break
aroma bridging
is to was

Recommendation

Out of my love of poetry, I recommend to you, my reader, a poetry blog of Pierre Mhanna, a fellow countryman and passionate wanderer. Check out the following beautiful poem of free verse of his: https://fountainofgrace.wordpress.com/2015/08/04/free-verse-300-to-the-heart-of-the-unknown/

Story in 2 phrases

He started by I then moved to You, hovered between the two till he stumbled on Love. Yet he did not gain Love until he lost I and You.

Quote of mine

Love is a limitless journey

Haiku

embraced by water
the sandy I love you
expands naturally

Poetry

closer to her shadow
faraway from it
toes combing million stars
out of transparency

the expanded gaze falls back to toes ...
dripping
faraway from it
closer to her, stars

Tilted

finally tilted
to be re-birthed
head


back to lips and
heart's fragrance
palm calming winds of longing
entangled in hair


skin to skin
no possessiveness
amid wholeness

Quote of Mine

Full presence in the now moment is what fuels the vibrancy of aliveness.

Metaphysics Note: 'A' versus 'The'

As an activator of energy, I declare the real star is the one who is receiving the energetic activation. For sure, it is not me. For sure, the activating energy is not mine. I am just a channeler of cosmic energy that activates Divinity within. As for me, no credit, just joy for being in service. Keep in mind, the star is a co-creator in its willingness and openess to receive and absorb.

Poetry Dialogue

beginning to well
within the comet
thirst to comprehend
its own nucleus of Divine wind
and tail of stardust
approaching a Sun

Haiku

rose water
fragrance of a caress
between breeze & dews

Storytelling

early morning
standing by the lighthouse
contemplating the sea
and verb to see
my consciousness hovers above waves
where they seemingly begin, journey and crash
salty breeze
takes me back to the healing effect of water
water tumbling on itself
rushing and slowing
I submerge my imagination in its essence
how freely do I float
then rise up mid sky
droplets of transparency running through my vein
and I melt back to see
I merge with the intelligence of water
celebrated within me

after sunset
standing still by the lighthouse
as if my spine merging with its exterior wall
in the eye of storm
motionless when everything else is spinning
stars peeking down into me
holding me in their breath
spinning me back into eternity of stillness
from where a revelation emerges
what is the essence of sea, see and motion
the wholeness of love in each moment of Oneness
felt, savored and celebrated

(Personal Note)

I love me and I love my life. Through metaphysics, I learned how to handle my life long intuition along my fertile imagination. They often crisscross each other in some parallel dimension that I travel to with ease and grace. Yet the solidity of my wholeness in the now moment comes from the harmony between my upper and lower chakras, rhyming along with the Universe. I have quite an open crown chakra yet my roots within the core of mother Earth is what grounds me. It does not matter anymore what my poems express or to whom they express whatever or about which subject they tackle in specific. What counts is my joy through playing while in love with all that is. I am completely in love, not with an X partner, nor with a Y profession, nor with a Z perspective : I am in love with all that is. I allow to the poetic child in me to draw circles within the sky, just because I am now in allowance, experiencing "to simply be" no strings attached, with zero seriousness.

Please if you feel offended, threatened or worse yet, feel an obligation to save me: Let it go. Relax. That is it. Whatever I write that makes you inspired, marinate in its vibes. Whatever stresses and/or irritates you, turn the page.

I so love you, Universe of mine.

Bedtime Story

as if stars washing up on shore

he comes back to me

I sneak into him by

his fingertips and their softness

sailing days and their tiredness of solitude

heart and its openness

the magnanimity of him being vulnerable

right there I find myself gasping

how can a coat cover his expansiveness this coming winter?

only to find his spirit slightly behind his body, unable to fit in

inspiring him through me

I cuddle in

and to my amazement

hear him uttering my words

a Self prophecy

are we mirrors or One

in the heart of the unknown?

Trail of Leaves

Autumn and trail of leaves
gust of wind swooshing
colored strip of one butterfly in slow motion
another gust of wind lashing
back to wholeness among tears
all alone with the scent of Earth
kneeling
how long have I been absent

Poetry of intimacy

to witness the tornado's birth
his summery breeze
climbing silk
to much slower descent
into the butterfly's vortex
erosion of limits, walls and inhibitions
fly, fly, fly away
into us
as musical notes
in the heart of Pure Source
feel that and be.

Metaphysics Note

Among healers in general, yet specially those using Pranic Healing modality, a common vocab where 'contamination' takes center stage. I would like to clarify my personal opinion on contamination that you, my reader, should not adopt blindly but rather contemplate. Contamination, just like pain, is a messenger to unveil important non organic unfolding. A key point here is the contaminated person's ability to decipher the message. Simply said, a contamination from patient X outlines in red a common misbelief that healer Y shares with his patient X. And as such, contamination is a blessing in disguise, calling for healer Y's attention to his own misbelief that is mirrored in patient X so that he gives it top priority thus releasing it from his own system through awareness.

This note, is a call for healers to let go of their fear from and obsession of contamination. May they give back to Intelligent Cosmic Energy its leading role and stop falling back into duality by demonizing contamination. Era of duality is gone. Awaken be.

5 lines poetry

pre-dawn butterfly
the black square
on her white wing

dreaming of lavender fields
breeze and its healing hum

Story in 2 phrases

"Kiss me on the full moon" he raised her then died. It never reached its fullest since.

Lover of mine, Cosmic wind

Cosmic wind, my lover
contracting me back into black
hole of mine: Holy and mighty

Cosmic wind, my lover
I ride you to push
me within and throughout

Cosmic wind, my lover
to birth me open
heart that shapes destinies

Cosmic wind, my lover
scattering
me light upon light: The stillness spin

How to be God within

How to be God within, the 12 start-up steps:

+ Be conscious so to be nurtured
+ Allow
+ Love
+ Be Light through your compassion
+ Feel the Oneness of All that is
+ Communicate with Oneness as part of that Oneness
+ Express through creativity
+ Never judge, instead focus on your authenticity
+ Live as God by creating the life you choose consciously
+ Respect the freedom of each part of All that is
+ Expand by gifting yourself the freedom to explore with consciousness
+ Cherish your unique soul frequency that gifts the Universe your individualized flavor of Oneness


Finally,  repeat as often as possible the open ended question-affirmation that activates without limiting: "How to anchor more of Pure Source Energy within each cell, atom and sub-atom within me while thriving in my physicality?"

Metaphysics Note by the Voice & Maya

"All healing modalities are the same in respect to being just a permission slip for you as healer to exercise your powers. It does not really matter what color the permission slip is. What matters is your readiness to channel your optimal potentials as healer. Readiness has nothing to do with appetite but rather with three keywords: relaxed, aware, focused. Meaning how much relaxed, aware and focused you are so to be able to channel your optimal potentials as healer given whatever permission slip. At one point of time in your journey as healer, you will master the three keywords feeling 'relaxed, aware, focused' and by doing so you will leap beyond the need of any permission slip."

Metaphysics Note

Love is not limited to one person nor to a limited number of persons (such as parents and siblings) nor to human beings. Love is an energy of free flow that can be found everywhere and anywhere. Discard the misbelief that it is limited or worse yet, gone with the dead beloved, so to open up to the huge potentiality of you receiving love from anybody, anything and any place. The real issue is not in finding love but in being open to receive love in any form delivered by the Universe to your doorsteps.

Quote of mine

You gifting forgiveness does not mean an OK on what has been done to you. Rather, it is a starting point on a path leading to where you like to be. Eventually, forgiveness is a self liberating tool.

Quote of mine

Love of Life has a prerequisite Love of Yourself, the Creator of that Life.