Tag: love

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”)

    ground

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    i want to break open
    my heart
    at dawn, and
    at dusk
    with the flight of a thousand birds
    rising
    wind streaming over my body—skin bare, like bones,
    i feel the shadows trailing wingtips
    of ravens
    and their silent caress across the bleached stones below

    i want to dissolve
    the day
    into these rushing waves as they run
    up onto this sandy shore
    kissing my toes and
    pulling earth from underneath my feet
    i fall into their sea
    sinking and drowning
    all the heaviness of my heart

    and in the glimmering darkness of night
    i want to dance
    here in the secret garden of wild roses
    together
    with my love
    with sweetness and with honey, and with
    a belly full of dreams
    i want to plant each one in this soil
    in this soft sacred ground
    growing worlds

    of beauty

    Seréin

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    here
    and
    now
    sailing this river
    with you
    silence is serene
    like
    the warm sun traveling over my skin
    like silk
    and the darkness is sanctuary
    is peace
    is free from every day cataclysm
    from the deluge of chaos and turmoil
    here
    with you
    this river is wide and deep and gold
    and sailing underneath a canopy of sparkling stars
    i find myself
    home
    in your enveloping arms
    home
    in your everywhere love

    now
    the sun is rising
    in your eyes

    sacré

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    i want to worship here
    in this temple
    of the body
    where love is the altar
    and where dance is the prayer

    All life is sacred. Every-body is an embodiment of the divine. We are how the divine knows itself. We are divinity realizing itself. And what is “the divine”? What is the “divinity” of which we speak? Why, it is love—nothing less and nothing more.

    Maybe this is it… This is the awakening… to know this not as conjecture, conviction, philosophy or belief… but to experience this as reality—the same way in which we experience the rain, sunshine, wind and soil. The same way in which we know who we are and in which we know our own names.

    So… let us dance, you & i, together.

    Six Suns

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    walking along the seashore
    i heard my dragon
    breathing
    wave after wave after endless wave
    of love
    timeless and boundless
    infinite
    like every sun in the dancing blue
    dazzling its light
    and there too i saw him
    in a threaded flight of swans
    homebound, and, one thousand strong
    singing all his ballads
    to me
    and just waiting for my soul to fly
    together
    hand in hand with his
    all throughout this numinous sky

    flow

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    like water
    i want to know all life
    to seep into the soil and soften stones
    and under even scorching suns
    rise
    into a sky where
    i billow
    buoyant all throughout the light blue

    and like water
    i will fall, steadfast, and
    surrendered to gravity
    give in to fate
    to this unknown yet inevitable destiny

    streaming and rushing
    i will run, i will run like the water
    to my sea
    to my beautiful dragon
    calling me
    calling me to come home



    The Flower of Forever Love 🌸

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    in this garden where
    you and i meet
    one mysterious flower grows
    quietly, and unseen in bright broad daylight
    more fragrant and far sweeter, more velvet than
    all these colorful
    flowers
    pink and yellow
    that come and go with a cyclical sun

    this flower is a rarity
    it is the sun’s flower, and it is called—
    The Flower of Forever Love
    it blossoms
    in this garden where
    storm clouds dance and calm seas steep
    the light, where
    rain, busy in the skies, forgets to fall and
    fires sometimes fail to spark…..

    this one mysteriously flowering forever love
    grows
    in this garden where
    rainbows are red, and
    white roses scatter upon the beach
    while dolphins swim along my shore side strolls
    even hawks gift their feathers to me
    and hearts write themselves into a vivid blue sky…..
    all because, and, just because
    here in this garden
    you are together with me

    …p.s.
    it is said that
    the sun, the moon, Saturn, and every single star aligns
    whenever and wherever
    The Flower of Forever Love
    blossoms
    Have you ever seen the flower of forever love?

    flower deep

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    i am flower deep
    in this love
    tipsy-sweet and delicate-pink
    dancing
    warm sunlight and sparkles bright……
    and deep into the night
    dreaming you & me
    together
    all throughout these grassy-green fields of forever

    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.

    Children of Shimá

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    Now, more than ever.

    Ever since I was little, I craved the guidance, mentorship, and leadership of women—of wise, old and beautiful women. As a little girl, I loved my grandmother’s hands. She would complain to me about her “ugly old-age spots,” but her wrinkled and spotted hands were to me, beautiful. They held mine warmly, with love and kindness. They gave me the world’s best chocolate-chip cookies, miniature shoes her mother had collected, and hugs.

    And now, more than ever, I crave the kindness, wisdom, love and leadership—of women. I crave a world in which old women, with their soft, worn, and strong bodies of age are acknowledged for their beauty and for their power. I crave a world where grandmothers are government.

    I am grateful to my mother, my grandmothers, and their mothers… to the many wise women teachers I’ve had… and to shimá (“my mother” in Navajo, implying both a personal and collective mother). The tremendous hardships they faced in life did not diminish their love and capacity to give, but deepened it. May I walk bravely in their footsteps…

    now, more than ever.