jasmine breeze
elongating my spine
the way you tie your breath
around my neck
Senses & nonsense ... Poetic mood ... Whatever self imposes ... Heartfelt
Monday, December 19, 2016
Storytelling
koi me a pond
bursting into secret garden
white fluttering between sun kisses
sweet birdsongs
skin to skin our nowhere
bursting into secret garden
white fluttering between sun kisses
sweet birdsongs
skin to skin our nowhere
Tuesday, December 6, 2016
Breath & Rebirthing
To rebirth yourself anew, breathe circular and rhythmic. It does not matter whether slow or fast. What matters is the exhale being in harmony with the inhale. Meaning duration of exhale equal duration of inhale. Breathe for 45 min (my personal recommendation). Invite someone to hold the space for you. Being witnessed while you are rebirthing yourself has its magic as the healing expands to the one witnessing while the witnesser activates the one breathing even more: Win-win situation. Some peole of rebirthing community talk about contamination from the one breathing to the witnesser. I am not of their view: Whatever gets activated in the witnesser is a blessing in disguise. The only issue is not to overburden yourself as witnesser. I do not recommend witnessing more than one rebirthing per day as the witnesser much like who is breathing, has to integrate the experience before moving on.
When you are breathing circular and rhythmic your brain waves get to a similar status like hypnosis. Therefore, repeating affirmations while rebirthing is so powerful. It is about reprogramming your mind when its capacity to integrate the change, is optimized.
Sondra Ray who is a pioneer in rebirthing (she was the disciple of Leonard Orr, founder of rebirthing, then created her own way with 'liberation breathing' as she likes to name her style of breathing), uses an interview of 12 steps before rebirthing, like a review of life. It activates the observer within. I highly recommend her Iceland Quest and Bali Quest (workshops in breathing done in those extra special places of high vibration). Yet, kindly note, the one who rebirthes you is yourself.
When you are breathing circular and rhythmic your brain waves get to a similar status like hypnosis. Therefore, repeating affirmations while rebirthing is so powerful. It is about reprogramming your mind when its capacity to integrate the change, is optimized.
Sondra Ray who is a pioneer in rebirthing (she was the disciple of Leonard Orr, founder of rebirthing, then created her own way with 'liberation breathing' as she likes to name her style of breathing), uses an interview of 12 steps before rebirthing, like a review of life. It activates the observer within. I highly recommend her Iceland Quest and Bali Quest (workshops in breathing done in those extra special places of high vibration). Yet, kindly note, the one who rebirthes you is yourself.
Monday, December 5, 2016
Personal Update
I am now in Bali. I am enrolled in a breathing workshop. I will be updating my poetry stream in the second part of December. For now, I will share with you, my dear reader, certain notes about breath and spirituality.
Conscious breathing is your physical access to Oneness or Unity Consciousness or All that is.
Conscious breathing is your physical access to Oneness or Unity Consciousness or All that is.
Friday, October 21, 2016
storytelling
expecting wife to heal his inner child
the wounded one
he goes on having flings
the circle of emotional emptiness
his fake safety
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
storytelling
in search of inner child
hiding somewhere there
in clear sky
so blue, crystal clear too
my tear
hiding somewhere there
in clear sky
so blue, crystal clear too
my tear
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
storyteling
stardust fingertips
brushing her nudity at predawn
jasmine breeze
billows of the lover to inhale
ushering hundred birdsong
brushing her nudity at predawn
jasmine breeze
billows of the lover to inhale
ushering hundred birdsong
micropoetry
she does not walk
she floats
a cirrus cloud
of thousand dream
her colored luminosity
long before and after
she floats
a cirrus cloud
of thousand dream
her colored luminosity
long before and after
Monday, October 17, 2016
Catching up on poetry
~
dancing
she whirls a whole constellation of stars
around the male gaze
~
the rain punctuates her breathing
so much shared in silence
the swirl on her finger a ring
she starts to fathom
she is more than that
~
wings of butterfly
little home on the prairie
~
her sensuality a sacred prayer to celebrate aliveness
~
early autumn
he falls deeper into himself
a withered leaf with butterfly wings
evoking poetry in memories
gust of wind
~
winged blue
each breath a billowing curtain
in and out of a daydream
~
a hug
the wind bursts open her every cell
~
his twitter page
her tangy lemon grass tea
a honeycomb of haiku
wandering sips
between aftertaste & harmony
~
skilled house movers
in boxes a life to fit a van
in and out of time
~
closet upper shelf
deep in the back right corner
a deeper open wound in a box
~
cosmos flowers
the temple on
bearer pillow
~
the new shades of blue
listening to an old song
~
her hair lavender field
he gives her a hug then
steps out of her aura
a white butterfly
holding the sun on wing
~
she unbuttons her soul
poem by poem
he contemplates
~
Aleppo in rubble
totally possessed by shadows
a vacant stare from every direction
the cry for mass exorcism
~
which way of the tire swing
tugging a sky
now to then or vice versa
~
for the flower
kneel instead of bend
to rejuvenate
~
she smiles
birds mid flight widen the sky
~
he sways
deep in breath homeward
her scent
~
the sunflower he
turning to face her
bees like warm flowers
~
of an explorer
with multicolored awe
slicing the unknown
breathing it all in and out
his inner strength
~
a winged heart
tiling the horizon
the breath that connects
~
toasting each other belly button on belly button
~
a constellation in her palm
she smiles he whispers
~
white rose oil
is it from the stigmata
he rests in her cave
~
the way he drips in poetry
and he tastes every dew
carrier of consciousness
~
have you noticed
the way she gazes
at his mouth half open
tasting her poetry
brushing his lips
in words of light
~
drifting in and out of a daydream
scent of white rose
blue sky in ripples
~
sea child
toe walking teasing liquid stars
the blur of sky
~
mandala moon
to color
through sot gazing
~
sea of deep breathing
colored at dawn
a witnessing
~
dancing
she whirls a whole constellation of stars
around the male gaze
~
the rain punctuates her breathing
so much shared in silence
the swirl on her finger a ring
she starts to fathom
she is more than that
~
wings of butterfly
little home on the prairie
~
her sensuality a sacred prayer to celebrate aliveness
~
early autumn
he falls deeper into himself
a withered leaf with butterfly wings
evoking poetry in memories
gust of wind
~
winged blue
each breath a billowing curtain
in and out of a daydream
~
a hug
the wind bursts open her every cell
~
his twitter page
her tangy lemon grass tea
a honeycomb of haiku
wandering sips
between aftertaste & harmony
~
skilled house movers
in boxes a life to fit a van
in and out of time
~
closet upper shelf
deep in the back right corner
a deeper open wound in a box
~
cosmos flowers
the temple on
bearer pillow
~
the new shades of blue
listening to an old song
~
her hair lavender field
he gives her a hug then
steps out of her aura
a white butterfly
holding the sun on wing
~
she unbuttons her soul
poem by poem
he contemplates
~
Aleppo in rubble
totally possessed by shadows
a vacant stare from every direction
the cry for mass exorcism
~
which way of the tire swing
tugging a sky
now to then or vice versa
~
for the flower
kneel instead of bend
to rejuvenate
~
she smiles
birds mid flight widen the sky
~
he sways
deep in breath homeward
her scent
~
the sunflower he
turning to face her
bees like warm flowers
~
of an explorer
with multicolored awe
slicing the unknown
breathing it all in and out
his inner strength
~
a winged heart
tiling the horizon
the breath that connects
~
toasting each other belly button on belly button
~
a constellation in her palm
she smiles he whispers
~
white rose oil
is it from the stigmata
he rests in her cave
~
the way he drips in poetry
and he tastes every dew
carrier of consciousness
~
have you noticed
the way she gazes
at his mouth half open
tasting her poetry
brushing his lips
in words of light
~
drifting in and out of a daydream
scent of white rose
blue sky in ripples
~
sea child
toe walking teasing liquid stars
the blur of sky
~
mandala moon
to color
through sot gazing
~
sea of deep breathing
colored at dawn
a witnessing
~
Metaphysics note
healing occurs when the subconscious has risen to the conscious
this is the true symbology of 'Christ has risen': Salvation occurs
this is the true symbology of 'Christ has risen': Salvation occurs
Sunday, September 25, 2016
storytelling
of the sacred cave and its lit candle
sanskrit mantra leaks the magic
in predawn silence
somewhere somehow
depth of oneness breath unravels eternity
sanskrit mantra leaks the magic
in predawn silence
somewhere somehow
depth of oneness breath unravels eternity
storytelling
autumn
poetic pose of single tear
shed in contemplation
all the different colors
towards nude
poetic pose of single tear
shed in contemplation
all the different colors
towards nude
storytelling
lit night river reveals
different cosmos in her gaze
his awe shooting star
from the edge of time
moon hoots in kisses
different cosmos in her gaze
his awe shooting star
from the edge of time
moon hoots in kisses
Monday, September 19, 2016
metaphysics
Love becomes winged heart only when enriched with Wisdom & Power.
(By power, I mean Willingness to Act)
(By power, I mean Willingness to Act)
Tuesday, September 13, 2016
Catching up on what I wrote (second week of September)
Catching up on what I wrote during the second week of September:
~
blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
~
for her birthday
she plants rainbows
~
to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
~
~
blooming on bare branch
couple of birds
like fall, I own a scented song
getting stronger
in the wind of memories
~
for her birthday
she plants rainbows
~
to shift, expanding circle into universe while contracting it back to dot ... balance is in holding the space for contradictions simultaneously, identifying with non ... eye of the observer, who knows
~
Friday, September 9, 2016
Storytelling
She closes her eyelids to taste light on her skin from within her soul. Then, the breeze rushes the surge of her delight. Her heart sways a beat by the river of life. He picks it up on the other side: A beaming star.
Monday, September 5, 2016
Storytelling
I was eighteen
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight
my father died
I lost track of his scent
yet my memories with him
own this jasmine breeze
how can a blurred mind
evoke so much emotions
always the full moon
when I look for his face
to kiss him goodnight
Storytelling (Delphi)
room 11 by the river
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth
balcony glass door slides
for my lullaby
the moonwalker that I am
on earth
3 lines
between north star and my heartbeats
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence
waves of poetry expanding
immortalized by midnight silence
Catching up (early September)
Catching up on what I wrote early September:
~
jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
~
holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
~
soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
~
~
jasmine tea
holding the space
for you
lighter and deeper
the unfathomable scented mist
~
holding on to the birdhouse
and the swing
tree opens her wings
~
soaring to 7th sky
with predawn breeze
shared sips
~
Catching up (August)
Catching up on what I wrote in August:
~
earth sings in flowers
~
in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
~
the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
~
emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
~
homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
~
pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
~
incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
~
to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
~
from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
~
first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
~
leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
~
resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
~
his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
~
carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
~
caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
~
petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
~
fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
~
to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
~
unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
~
the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
~
sculpturing wind
her feelings
~
the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
~
amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
~
~
earth sings in flowers
~
in the excitement of total surrender
raindrops explode to merge as seers
in you I feel sea whirling in one bead
how love unveils and foresees
~
the stories we are
the stories we go beyond
to be whom we really are
~
emerald meadow
laying on tummy
for sky to be my spine
line of ants carries our breath
to the wild flower for shivers
~
homeward sway
from star to star
midnight breeze
on white linen naked
the depth of longing
an infinite sky
I am here with you as you
~
pregnant with the sky
one dew drop
leads me to bow
~
incantation of predawn
this intimacy with god
billowing breeze
~
to sleep
august river still flows
subliminal message
through her skin
the breeze
~
from flower to flower
morning butterfly to expand
colors of light in me
~
first flutter
brushing his upper lip
an earthquake
~
leading the sky
closer to heart
wings of dragonfly
~
resting gently on his cheek
her palm reads
his long journey to love
~
his caresses
the shape of breeze
on water
~
carrying the sky
to another dimension of now
flock of birds
~
caressing the soul in light waves
this sunset breeze of all is well
I turn to the unified nothingness
a deeper breath then
I create to play
~
petal by petal
back to wholeness healing
retrieving soul fragments
~
fragment of her soul
there, on his rocking chair
where father shot himself
~
to release a story
without stumbling on words
sharing tears in silence
~
unfurling her hair
sunward
the way of wind
he sips morning dews
off swollen petals
the rose fragrance
to flutter mid soul
~
the way lovers palms
play wind mid breeze
~
sculpturing wind
her feelings
~
the sound of moon
strengthening the forest and its will
owl in sitting asana
~
amber leaf
falling deeper
to stir forest
of echoes
~
Catching up (July)
Catching up on what I wrote in July:
~
zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
~
just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
~
broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
~
360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
~
twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
~
in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
~
full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
~
in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
~
green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
~
your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
~
chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
~
barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
~
a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
~
to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
~
no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
~
morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
~
to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
~
picking cherries
mouth to mouth
~
risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
~
breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
~
eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
~
exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness
(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
~
flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
~
~
zen garden
a koi jumps into
the sound of silence
~
just after rain
how vivid colors are
garden swings its mood
~
broken left hand
what unfolding pushes her to opt for
the non receiving mode
~
360 degree view mountain top
so far from myself
to hear Self
~
twig to twig
birds sing early morning light
house of beauty
~
in the depth of predawn silence
the clear voice of her heart
humming in love with all that is
she takes a deeper breath
to be the secret mantra
~
full moon rising
to howl all bits of longing
the wolf in me
~
in her cupped hand
a home full of jasmine breeze
grandma
where the child in me
hides treasures, dreams & kisses
~
green grass blade
at the far tip of its curving
a dew lingers
heavy with birdsongs
shape of early morning breeze
~
your hand in mine
sea of blossoming
~
chill from open window
the full moon inhales my exhale
depth of longing
~
barefoot kite runner
how simple joy is
~
a constellation of you
dandelion seed
I am here
~
to trail comets
I liberate a whole constellation
for the manifestation of you
~
no man's land crossed
a hiker finds himself
~
morning light
caressing my face
the thought of you
~
to blossom
I lift you to my lips
in shivers of dews
~
picking cherries
mouth to mouth
~
risqué scent in mystic hue
showering lover's buzz
lavender field, me
~
breeze on pond
rippling my smile
absence and essence, yours
~
eye in desert under night sky
multi universes conversing
emptiness underlined in stars
switching places to notice
wholeness in my emptiness
~
exploding in stars
the way of cold raindrops
to merge with geothermal water
the witnesser in me
soaking in christ consciousness
(story inspired by my experience in the Blue Lagoon, Iceland, which has actually a teal color)
~
flowers
visible wings of
angelic breeze
~
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Storytelling
the way her silk gown flutters
slow and deep breathing
bee in and out of its hive
he ventures to seed then nuture
oneness flight through her portal
ebb and flow of delight
giving more in being open to receive
his name her mantra
that moans in open wings
flirting with inner sky
the way her silk gown flutters
to create butterflies
Friday, August 5, 2016
Note
I have been traveling. I will be updating my blog as soon as possible. Love you reader. Thank you for holding the space for my writing.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
storytelling
the way the tilt of your face
lingers next to my lower lip
left leg embracing my right hip
just to breathe in
morning light
lingers next to my lower lip
left leg embracing my right hip
just to breathe in
morning light
storytelling
shadows accentuate light
to erase labeling plus reacting
brush strokes enriching depths
she is the extreme too
full presence through void
to erase labeling plus reacting
brush strokes enriching depths
she is the extreme too
full presence through void
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
micropoetry
she tastes the light rain to feel its rhythm
and know how she is made of light, rain and rhythm
and know how she is made of light, rain and rhythm
storytelling
with her fire breath
she clears his energy field
back to its birthing by pure source
not angel nor saint
lover in surrender
she clears his energy field
back to its birthing by pure source
not angel nor saint
lover in surrender
storytelling
his steady gaze
into her cleavage
diving dolphin
bursting out to breathe in
sunset lips and slight parting
into her cleavage
diving dolphin
bursting out to breathe in
sunset lips and slight parting
storytelling
half moon
playing peekaboo
how canny of him to use
tall buildings and his dark side
while I am driving
playing peekaboo
how canny of him to use
tall buildings and his dark side
while I am driving
storytelling
the way you break me open
for my scent to spread its wing
not realizing I am to be your breeze
for my scent to spread its wing
not realizing I am to be your breeze
storytelling
in her suitcase
few drawings of jasmine breeze
she leaves
dew on pavement
boarding the unknown in luxury
few drawings of jasmine breeze
she leaves
dew on pavement
boarding the unknown in luxury
storytelling
of white roses her every cell vibrates
and he rushes to a how to solve her mystery
in a tender gaze she commands him just enjoy what is
and he rushes to a how to solve her mystery
in a tender gaze she commands him just enjoy what is
storytelling
the way a birdsong falls to ear
her good morning kiss
side view smile on dreaming face
deep breath
sight of flutters on swirling light beam
her good morning kiss
side view smile on dreaming face
deep breath
sight of flutters on swirling light beam
storytelling
to hum
curling inward
for her inner child
healed by reparenting herself
soft linen and fragrance of love
curling inward
for her inner child
healed by reparenting herself
soft linen and fragrance of love
Friday, July 8, 2016
3 lines
two butterflies climbing the 7th ray
white star flutter on the path of blues
all heart in blossom
white star flutter on the path of blues
all heart in blossom
Thursday, July 7, 2016
storytelling
sea deconstructing itself
into me see
rain droplet by rain droplet
for the moonlit path to surf
huge waves in my nudity
into me see
rain droplet by rain droplet
for the moonlit path to surf
huge waves in my nudity
storytelling
knitting shawls grandma exercises her voice
downward gazes and dripping grace
loose ring amid thread of sacrifice
downward gazes and dripping grace
loose ring amid thread of sacrifice
storytelling
the whispering on his collarbone
of predawn breeze
jasmine groove
his head tilts
still dreaming
of predawn breeze
jasmine groove
his head tilts
still dreaming
storytelling
undoing her braids
she is
to unknot his spine
the easy sway of curls under skin
for fire dragon's roar
she is
to unknot his spine
the easy sway of curls under skin
for fire dragon's roar
storytelling
in the golden pot
edge of rainbow
a how to anchor
more spirit into body
for activated presence
edge of rainbow
a how to anchor
more spirit into body
for activated presence
5 lines
her kiss oscillates
from predawn jasmine breeze
the lingering on shivers of dew
to autumn day wind
the bursting with leaves skyward
from predawn jasmine breeze
the lingering on shivers of dew
to autumn day wind
the bursting with leaves skyward
storytelling
flock of birds
ushering
sunset
I wonder about the song
that rhymes with his facial expressions
ushering
sunset
I wonder about the song
that rhymes with his facial expressions
storytelling
paragliding
we leap into the unknown
to feel there is a world beyond fear
calling us by name and smiling
we leap into the unknown
to feel there is a world beyond fear
calling us by name and smiling
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Note
To allow yourself to live in the moment, stop judging life. Accept it as it is, then, follow your bliss in every step you take. There is always a bliss for the eyes tuned to it. By following your bliss, whatever it may be at a given moment, you empower your energy to flow with ease and grace.
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
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
Note
Play with me and consider the possibility that your problems are just your chosen way to entertain yourself in order to distract your attention away from the naked truth. Assume all your problems are solved by a magic wand, what remains and is so obvious, is your naked truth. Address that. Not your problems.
Remind yourself a leafless tree wears a cluster of clouds.
Remind yourself a leafless tree wears a cluster of clouds.
storytelling
deep gazes
into green blue sea
orange dot inner child
still there on other side
kite runner so bright
same salty wind
salty rivulet on cheek
into green blue sea
orange dot inner child
still there on other side
kite runner so bright
same salty wind
salty rivulet on cheek
storytelling
spring wind long hair
rooting her skyward
flock of birds blues
a gazer hums her a memory
of wings, her inner smile widens
rooting her skyward
flock of birds blues
a gazer hums her a memory
of wings, her inner smile widens
storytelling
bleeding wounds
by poetic posts
to uncreate scars
transmuting physics through ether
all the inspiration
by poetic posts
to uncreate scars
transmuting physics through ether
all the inspiration
Sunday, May 29, 2016
Note
Don't trust your self criticism. Opt for observing self instead of judging self. Observing is the way to heighten your awareness on the path of self refinement. All self punishment that is in tandem of self criticism, is counter effective. Moreover, self criticism, by itself, freezes thus limits your understanding of what is.
Everything-everyone, including you, is a free flow. By observing you allow your understanding to change, empowering yourself to be all inclusive.
Everything-everyone, including you, is a free flow. By observing you allow your understanding to change, empowering yourself to be all inclusive.
reflective poetry
joy of now in daring
to inbreathe coal sky
for inner terrain, the feel
going beyond and below
to center in harmony
stamina to create
blossoming ever more
upon 'who and what'
of the witnessing experience
lose linear time
for both to merge into simply be
with ease and grace, the flow
expanding and contracting
as its rhythm improvises
aliveness in life
to inbreathe coal sky
for inner terrain, the feel
going beyond and below
to center in harmony
stamina to create
blossoming ever more
upon 'who and what'
of the witnessing experience
lose linear time
for both to merge into simply be
with ease and grace, the flow
expanding and contracting
as its rhythm improvises
aliveness in life
Friday, May 27, 2016
storytelling
shiva shakti
pingala ida
few knows the difference
fewer the harmony
to entice kundalini
to rise and rise
for the blossoming
... cosmic
pingala ida
few knows the difference
fewer the harmony
to entice kundalini
to rise and rise
for the blossoming
... cosmic
micropoetry
deep inhale before kissing then the halt
in remembrance of original breath
music notes mid void
in remembrance of original breath
music notes mid void
micropoetry
the way a spring river sings
to flowers
on both sides
unfolding itself
deeper and lighter
into its songs
to flowers
on both sides
unfolding itself
deeper and lighter
into its songs
micropoetry
midnight swim in grace
the shedding of identity
no more -d nor -r to be love
bold stem waves
oneness mantra
the shedding of identity
no more -d nor -r to be love
bold stem waves
oneness mantra
storytelling
in the rain
of unconditional compassion
the sweet taste
wiping off her tears
with more motherly tears
of unconditional compassion
the sweet taste
wiping off her tears
with more motherly tears
Wednesday, May 25, 2016
storytelling
grieving father prostate cancer
loss of son
loss of sperms
louder echoe
a call to heal the seed mantra
loss of son
loss of sperms
louder echoe
a call to heal the seed mantra
Tuesday, May 24, 2016
poem
the way some are
unseen but deeply felt
spreading cosmic love in whispers
walking the unbeaten path
light in hand
soaring at sleepless nights to home planets
drunken with longing
restarting the dwelling with morning birdsongs
tired but excited
leaving breadcrumbs of creativity behind
for somebody to notice in the breeze
warmth of breath with tinge of musk
breaking the silence with depth of gazes
unveiling cryptic souls in total simplicity
there and not there
here and everywhere
unseen but deeply felt
the way some are
have you read about their life lines
are you reading their life lines
have you noticed the breeze
the way some are
unseen but deeply felt
spreading cosmic love in whispers
walking the unbeaten path
light in hand
soaring at sleepless nights to home planets
drunken with longing
restarting the dwelling with morning birdsongs
tired but excited
leaving breadcrumbs of creativity behind
for somebody to notice in the breeze
warmth of breath with tinge of musk
breaking the silence with depth of gazes
unveiling cryptic souls in total simplicity
there and not there
here and everywhere
unseen but deeply felt
the way some are
have you read about their life lines
are you reading their life lines
have you noticed the breeze
the way some are
Monday, May 23, 2016
storytelling
river view
to notice the different taste
of morning coffee
flowing deeper and lighter into me into life
to notice the different taste
of morning coffee
flowing deeper and lighter into me into life
storytelling
wind or breeze
along the promenade
the touch of love
my skin breathes seas
in celebration
along the promenade
the touch of love
my skin breathes seas
in celebration
Sunday, May 22, 2016
Saturday, May 21, 2016
micropoetry
and my brain explodes
into a dandelion seed of light
everywhere, in every direction
meditating
into a dandelion seed of light
everywhere, in every direction
meditating
Thursday, May 19, 2016
storytelling
chiseled by light and shadow
mid temple
ancient silk of cobblestone
nothing to stir the cat
out of its yawn
mid temple
ancient silk of cobblestone
nothing to stir the cat
out of its yawn
storytelling
sipping light
in the shade of coffeeshop
her fingertip draws a thin line
on it her gaze balances its depth
he wanders why
in the shade of coffeeshop
her fingertip draws a thin line
on it her gaze balances its depth
he wanders why
storytelling
gazing in the mirror
the layers she peels
to meet her smile
purple girl with kite
beyond meadow and sky
the layers she peels
to meet her smile
purple girl with kite
beyond meadow and sky
haiku
in freefall
360 degree whirls of single petal
daring to connect
(note: wisdom of the heart is in daring to be vulnerable, daring to let go - of religions / persons / perspectives - so to connect with all that is ... heart merging with source)
360 degree whirls of single petal
daring to connect
(note: wisdom of the heart is in daring to be vulnerable, daring to let go - of religions / persons / perspectives - so to connect with all that is ... heart merging with source)
Tuesday, May 17, 2016
micropoetry
to evoke the navel of earth in flutters
amid deep breathing
almost dawn the shimmering of dew
amid deep breathing
almost dawn the shimmering of dew
Monday, May 16, 2016
poem
the way we are
under starlit sky
gazing at each other
clarity of breath in merging
we expand contracting
sound of universe as one heartbeat
under starlit sky
gazing at each other
clarity of breath in merging
we expand contracting
sound of universe as one heartbeat
poem
to break a circle
she completes the sphere
of longing
who knows, whirls
to become the longing
unifying the longed for and who is longing
she completes the sphere
of longing
who knows, whirls
to become the longing
unifying the longed for and who is longing
Sunday, May 15, 2016
Saturday, May 14, 2016
Friday, May 13, 2016
Note
Love yourself without the need to define it. All attempts for a definition lead to self imposed limitation.
Thursday, May 12, 2016
Note on Nuances
Claim your responsibility and not your guilt. Guilt is garbage material since it paves the way for self punishment, totally unnecessary for the soul's expansion. On the other hand, claiming responsibility empowers you to be the conscious author of your life, intending and executing change of course whenever it is beneficial.
Being aware of nuances leads to self refinement.
Being aware of nuances leads to self refinement.
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
storytelling
a refugee lost gazes
drown in an aroma of home
six feet under with his mom
mumbling her lullaby
in a foreign voice
drown in an aroma of home
six feet under with his mom
mumbling her lullaby
in a foreign voice
micropoetry
home as love
ladybug hugs inner sun
simply be
regardless he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not
(photo from surfing internet; credit to its taker)
ladybug hugs inner sun
simply be
regardless he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not
(photo from surfing internet; credit to its taker)
Note on Healing
Healing yourself from family trauma(s) / family curse(s), means altering your own DNA affecting your family lineage consciousness irrespective linear time. Are you able to imagine how powerful you are!
Healing is activating the Divine within.
Healing is activating the Divine within.
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
poem
of winged longing
heart ablaze the lightest brushes
arabic calligraphy
what voices sacred geometry
heart ablaze the lightest brushes
arabic calligraphy
what voices sacred geometry
poem
from the cave inside ribs
cosmic heart blooms
Rumi quotes
light-years crossed
in one roselike breath breathing all
to whirl on stillness
cosmic heart blooms
Rumi quotes
light-years crossed
in one roselike breath breathing all
to whirl on stillness
Monday, May 9, 2016
poem
sunlight on bench
2 cypress
3 azalea
1 gardenia in bloom
facing her empty tomb
bluest sky
among singing birds
mom
2 cypress
3 azalea
1 gardenia in bloom
facing her empty tomb
bluest sky
among singing birds
mom
storytelling (isolation as home)
isolation
eye opening home
mountain top boarding school
to decipher
subconscious lexicon
(Explanation: I opened my eyes in a mountain top boarding school, extremely isolated. I searched all my life for home yet never realizing I was 'home' until I deciphered that the subconscious of the three years old girl defined home as isolation. In the hope of breaking this life long pattern.)
eye opening home
mountain top boarding school
to decipher
subconscious lexicon
(Explanation: I opened my eyes in a mountain top boarding school, extremely isolated. I searched all my life for home yet never realizing I was 'home' until I deciphered that the subconscious of the three years old girl defined home as isolation. In the hope of breaking this life long pattern.)
storytelling
to kiss him
with coquetry of breeze
wild as storming sky
she exhibits all seasons
in one mood of love
uniquely hers
with coquetry of breeze
wild as storming sky
she exhibits all seasons
in one mood of love
uniquely hers
storytelling (riddle)
108 earth planets on string of breaths
mantra ushering dawn at 1008
where infinity contracts back to one
mantra ushering dawn at 1008
where infinity contracts back to one
Sunday, May 8, 2016
Note
All perspectives are equally valid since parallel universes are limitless.
The question is which one are you going to opt for.
Hint: Choose a universe (hence a perspective) that contributes to your self empowerment.
The question is which one are you going to opt for.
Hint: Choose a universe (hence a perspective) that contributes to your self empowerment.
Friday, May 6, 2016
Thursday, May 5, 2016
storytelling
with her elephant gaze
steering a kite
homeward
to die on friendly dirt
alone and not lonely
steering a kite
homeward
to die on friendly dirt
alone and not lonely
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Note
You break free from self judgement when you stop judging the experiences that shape you. Only then, you realize you are beyond shapes. And the sound of you lies within your divine essence.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
storytelling
touching his scented breath
that lingers on jacket
of the departed
how stories never really end
transmutation on fingertips
that lingers on jacket
of the departed
how stories never really end
transmutation on fingertips
storytelling
spring garden sounds swing in me
between breeze and breath
heart a sunward lullaby
to open the space of eternity
for healing
between breeze and breath
heart a sunward lullaby
to open the space of eternity
for healing
Sunday, May 1, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
quote of mine
To transcend karma, claim back your authenticity by clearing misbeliefs on conscious, subconscious and soul levels.
This type of clearing empowers you to anchor more of your own divine spirit within your physical body.
This type of clearing empowers you to anchor more of your own divine spirit within your physical body.
storytelling
of my grandfather portrait
covering three quarter of wall
the gaze that never saw me growing up
covering three quarter of wall
the gaze that never saw me growing up
storytelling
when
her body
seeps down to
the depth of his soul
to birth nothingness
they replay Pure Source
her body
seeps down to
the depth of his soul
to birth nothingness
they replay Pure Source
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Monday, April 25, 2016
Sunday, April 24, 2016
storytelling
lost in translation case
she is vegan
and he speaks to her
in terms of hunting and fishing
she is vegan
and he speaks to her
in terms of hunting and fishing
storytelling
flowers wither
to belong to no one
after their scent spreads
wings in everyone
close enough
to belong to no one
after their scent spreads
wings in everyone
close enough
Saturday, April 23, 2016
micropoetry
smoldering oud over hot coal
sweetness of intimacy
all that clings to their wesak full moon
sweetness of intimacy
all that clings to their wesak full moon
Arabic Poetry
مِن أعْماقِها أبيضُ الياسمين
وفي دَمِّه عِطْرُ الوُلوج بَاقٍ
وبينهما الليلُ تائِهٌ مِن فَيْض الحنين
وفي دَمِّه عِطْرُ الوُلوج بَاقٍ
وبينهما الليلُ تائِهٌ مِن فَيْض الحنين
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
storytelling
leaf by fluttering leaf
wind improvises a puppet show
for her inner child recovery
closed shutter midday
wind improvises a puppet show
for her inner child recovery
closed shutter midday
Monday, April 18, 2016
Healers Note
sadness = distorted tenderness
aggression = distorted passion
all the difference lies in clearing distortion
aggression = distorted passion
all the difference lies in clearing distortion
micropoetry
spaces lost and found in the sound of wind
haunt me, am I a fallen leaf
there, not there, everywhere deeper
haunt me, am I a fallen leaf
there, not there, everywhere deeper
Saturday, April 16, 2016
storytelling
falling in love
he moves into void
to be thus create
she fathoms the wind
whirling within cells
he moves into void
to be thus create
she fathoms the wind
whirling within cells
micropoetry
on lovers' bench
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
homeward
~
homeward
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
on lovers' bench
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
homeward
~
homeward
a dry leaf waiting for the gust of wind
on lovers' bench
micropoetry
jasmine breeze after midnight
a portal opens to what was
as if linear time is a mere lullaby
and I am the awakened one
here and now
a portal opens to what was
as if linear time is a mere lullaby
and I am the awakened one
here and now
storytelling
of her tender gaze
multicolored sun rays
he weaves back
one by one into his day
the fool rose he is
multicolored sun rays
he weaves back
one by one into his day
the fool rose he is
storytelling
she reads the sky as if coffee cup
the many faces of clouds
everything is a permission slip
the many faces of clouds
everything is a permission slip
Thursday, April 14, 2016
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
storytelling
hold my hand
to guide me out of sadness
she asks her breath meditating
after awhile the breath replies
breathing her undistorted
to guide me out of sadness
she asks her breath meditating
after awhile the breath replies
breathing her undistorted
Sunday, April 10, 2016
storytelling
giant cactus spine punctures active sun
bleeding poetry over horizon
till a pair of wings pulls off table cloth trick
bleeding poetry over horizon
till a pair of wings pulls off table cloth trick
storytelling
of sunshine through wired window
enlarged pixels on floor
I eye buddhist nothingness
home
enlarged pixels on floor
I eye buddhist nothingness
home
storytelling
oneness through trinity
for all inclusive mysticism
the expanded contradiction
whole when each is
seen as holy
for all inclusive mysticism
the expanded contradiction
whole when each is
seen as holy
storytelling
who is more joyful as oneness
river tangent to sea
I am the witnesser within
to activate an old knowing
of oneness
river tangent to sea
I am the witnesser within
to activate an old knowing
of oneness
Thursday, April 7, 2016
micropoetry
to erect a separation wall
for emotional self-imprisonment
(Remark: if Israelis know that by erecting the separation wall in West Bank, they are imprisoning themselves in the victimhood vibration of Second World War ... would they reach outward and inward to heal?)
for emotional self-imprisonment
(Remark: if Israelis know that by erecting the separation wall in West Bank, they are imprisoning themselves in the victimhood vibration of Second World War ... would they reach outward and inward to heal?)
Quote of mine
Pure Source is pre/post 'heaven and hell'. I am is the connection to Pure Source. Therefore, I am pre/post 'heaven and hell'.
I am the weightlessness attached to the depth of sound. Aum.
I am the weightlessness attached to the depth of sound. Aum.
Wednesday, April 6, 2016
Quote of mine
Manifest your heaven by anchoring more of your divine spirit within your physical body. Heaven is tailor made and accessible 24/24.
Sunday, April 3, 2016
Healers Note
We have to forgive in order to love and love in order to celebrate.
So let us:
+ forgive all including self
+ love all including self
+ celebrate all as Self
Celebration is the color of thriving.
So let us:
+ forgive all including self
+ love all including self
+ celebrate all as Self
Celebration is the color of thriving.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
morphing into open ended affirmation
Since open ended question form is the most powerful vehicle of affirmation, I morph the last post into:
How to receive, even better, everything as a blessing or blessing in disguise
How to be, even stronger, in my knowing that awareness is my security
How to receive, even better, everything as a blessing or blessing in disguise
How to be, even stronger, in my knowing that awareness is my security
Metaphysics Note
I am knowing. Love is true nature. While Fear is not a feeling, rather a limiting misbelief. Expansiveness sprouts from harmonizing contradictions. I allow Love to invite Fear, saying, face to face: I love you, thank you for taught lessons and now you may go and relax. I am in command. The way of infinity.
Wednesday, March 30, 2016
Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Monday, March 28, 2016
Sunday, March 27, 2016
storytelling
the elongated hum of a fading lullaby
whose swollen words are out of place
she sits in its perfect shade
whose swollen words are out of place
she sits in its perfect shade
Saturday, March 26, 2016
storytelling
like a mantra
full moon beads
reciting her skin
between fingertips
his alchemist breath
full moon beads
reciting her skin
between fingertips
his alchemist breath
Friday, March 25, 2016
storytelling
fresh twin cherries
dangling from her necklace
their bumpy ride
he smiles
closer to sun and breeze
dangling from her necklace
their bumpy ride
he smiles
closer to sun and breeze
storytelling
the vast spaces blooming between atoms
anchor more of consciousness
I am the paradox that stretches all meaning
anchor more of consciousness
I am the paradox that stretches all meaning
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
storytelling
whole river drowning
in a tear that wells up
but not the sound
of a swaying willow
where would I be without the breeze
in a tear that wells up
but not the sound
of a swaying willow
where would I be without the breeze
Tuesday, March 15, 2016
Monday, March 14, 2016
storytelling
eyes dark planets
tiny heart in middle of stitches line
lip sewed face
child draws
witnessed pain no word
tiny heart in middle of stitches line
lip sewed face
child draws
witnessed pain no word
Friday, March 11, 2016
Thursday, March 10, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
storytelling
a thousand star shimmering
tonight and I am so ticklish
the feel to explode into glitter
of gazes that notice in silence
tonight and I am so ticklish
the feel to explode into glitter
of gazes that notice in silence
Monday, March 7, 2016
Reflective Qs
Why to opt for sarcasm when the other option is shared joy? How distorted is the belief that fading others joy means fading your own sadness?
Metaphysics Note
You instantly transform a challenge into sacred ground once you are in allowance to receive its revelation.
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