Tag: light

止め石 tomeishi

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And then she stumbled
into an enchanted garden
where
just ahead on the path
sat a little wild rabbit, cute and captivating
stone-still
but unlike Alice she flew
up into worlds
with endless sunlight
and fields of flowers for as far as
she could see
Her rabbit,
being sometimes a stag or a dragon or a jaguar
an angel or
polaris itself,
holds her hand
and together they venture further out and beyond and further still
into this garden
into this deep well of light
where
all the paths converge, and where
only love itself
shines
in the darkness

(this is something of a sequel to my last post, “rolling stone”)

    enchanted

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    in this garden
    the deep soil where i blossom
    is your love
    i am its flower—wild and pink
    and i dance in the warm sunshine
    of you

    this ancient garden is born anew
    and blushes like the very first light that spills
    into day
    tumbling out
    shy
    from the covers of an unknown and eternal night

    this night where we walk
    all along
    our long and winding path without, seemingly, an end
    hand in hand together one
    step after another, and
    into the crystal clear waters sparking with light

    where, in this darkness
    and here underneath all these stars
    is our story, steeped and older than time
    and our heart,
    a seashore swelling and crashing with waves
    here, where we are singing and where we are weaving
    the darkness into light
    the darkness into love
    the darkness into these roses growing—wild and pink
    right here in this garden
    where we
    are
    where we are one, and where
    we are enchanted.

    imagine

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    angels and demons
    dance together in my dreams
    no heaven no hell

    I wrote the above haiku and reflection below about two and a half years ago. With the recent outbreak of war between Israel and Hamas, I thought it apropos to share this again. May a world of peace for everyone dawn—pink and soft light over the horizon of darkness.

    From Aristotle to Einstein, philosophers, artists and poets over the ages have spoken about the power of imagination. In some regards, it is lamentable that we often perceive knowledge as an accumulation of so-called objective “facts”, and imagination as a kind of unreal world of dreams. But the creation of anything and everything always starts with the imagination. So what then actually, is imagination? Is it not the source of everything?

    Since its creation in 1971 by John Lennon and Yoko Ono, the famous song “Imagine” has been invoked worldwide in a shared desire for humanity to transcend differences and to live “life in peace”. You may say that imagining world peace has not created it; however, in the act of imagination, in stating and singing and sharing the dream, are we not creating the real experience of peace within our own hearts and together with others? When we imagine peace, we experience it. Likewise, when we imagine violence, we experience it. What we imagine, we experience. What we imagine, we become.

    We are all dreamers—it is our birthright and our true nature. So why not dance and dream together, for a world of peace? We are our dreams. May they be light.

    Sparkle On

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    when it gets dark
    do you think you should hunker down
    and dim? disappearing into the darkness?
    when it gets dark, my dear,
    it is not time to dim
    it is time, rather,
    to turn up the sparkle
    to sparkle with all your heart, and
    with everything you’ve got!
    what do you think all those stars are doing?
    way out in the charcoaled skies of this universe?
    yes, yes—it is time to sparkle
    it is time to get your sparkle on, and
    to sparkle with all your heart!

    In my mind I was imagining a never-seen-before flower, one which blossomed only on the darkest of nights, on moonless nights—flowers which emitted little sparks and floating bubbles of light into the night. Like bees to pollen, moths would be irresistibly drawn to them. They would be called the “Sparkle Flower,” I declared to myself. I happened to be strolling through a neighborhood, a little moody and a little lost in my thoughts. And then, and just then, I saw this little painted rock in someone’s garden. “Sparkle with all your Heart” it said! It was as if the universe was reading my mind. “Here you go,” universe said, “this might not be the ‘Sparkle Flower’ of your dreams, but please go ahead anyway little human child, be your own Sparkle Flower and sparkle with all your heart.”
    So I leave with you, dear reader, “Sparkle On.” Courtesy of the universe.

    gold

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    light entwined with love
    in our hearts and in our souls
    we are spinning gold

    Happy Holidays

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    in this Tree of Life
each of us a twinkling light
for one another

    Dear Reader,

    From my heart to yours, thank you for reading my blog or wherever it is that you find these weekly ramblings of mine. I truly appreciate every comment, like, or follow because it makes me feel like my voice has meaning and value to others—even if it’s just one other person in our galaxy of spinning stars. It is connection and community. This inspires me to write. This inspires me to give, to share, to love, and to continue no matter how hard things can be at times. I hope I can be a twinkling light in your tree of life.
    🎄😁😇

    As this year comes to a close, I will be taking a winter break and going mostly offline to rest and reset, and will resume my weekly posts in the first week of January. I wish everyone wonderful winter holidays! Thanks again, and see you next year!

    Yours truly,
    Michiru Adrienne

    magic

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    “You don’t need to believe in magic.
    You are magic.
    Believe in yourself.”

    Emmanuel Dagher

    The above quote crossed my path the other day, like an unexpected butterfly or rainbow in the sky. Riveted, I stopped. “Yes!” I thought. “We are indeed magic, and if we just believed in ourselves… no—if we truly knew that we are magic, why anything wonderful, miraculous, and beautiful could be possible!” It is true, don’t you think? That if we arrive, if we show up each day simply as we are—unadorned, messy but real… unafraid to be whatever particular expression of life that we just so happen to be—then our days cannot be anything other than magic and magical. So I was inspired to step out of my personal comfort zone and share this quickly snapped, unfiltered, messy-haired selfie-on-a-whim… to say hello to the world and to you, whoever you may be. We are all, after all, one light and one love.

    But, what precisely is magic? 

    magic

         maybe magic is, 
     a heart cracked open
   to the tender beauty of the world
                    to be
     raw    open     and real
   and tumbled like broken pieces of sea glass
    worn smooth with the grain of tides
   high and low
    of time
                           to be
               to just be
     in this one world 
   both wounded and wondrous
 allowing the soft edges of shadows
   to dance
          into the light
   like sparkles and glitter of rain
     in the sun
   and finally
             finally and at last
                            to stand on the shore
                                      with arms outstretched to the  wide  open  sea
                                                           and declare
                                              here i am my love
                                              here i am

    rainbows

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    warm sunlight kisses
all my tears and hurt away
levitating rainbows

    epilogue two

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    i dance to breathe
      and 
breathe to dance
             to fly
             to fly
to my sun
i dance
              in the light, and
on the light feather of the hawk
so swift   so soft   and so
f i e r c e 
  i fly
             to my sun burning
on fire
burning brightly
and,     oh so lightly
on these skins, these mountain skins
          and i breathe 
     i breathe
i breathe to dance 
                    dance to breathe
                                            here 
   between heaven and 
here
between heaven and this 
                                                                       earth

    The Quest

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    "In your light I learn how to love. 
In your beauty, how to make poems. 
You dance inside my chest where no one can see you, 
but sometimes I do, 
and that sight becomes this art. 
~Rumi~

    What is it that awakens your love, kindles your desire to create, and
    like the water’s sparkling surface—reflects back to you the artistry of your own soul?
    If you know the answer to this question, you have found all that you will forever need.
    If not, then rest assured that the light once sought, always find its seeker.
    Reunion is the inevitable resolution of quest.