gold coin drops
from the seagull beak
sunset gazing
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
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