tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56533355444016011282011-10-06T21:16:46.404+01:00'Don't be satisfied with the stories that come before you... Mevlana Celaleddin RumiSisterJuliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02873624518389704137noreply@blogger.comBlogger3291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5653335544401601128.post-79117312609897484622011-06-25T11:16:00.004+01:002011-07-13T18:51:35.749+01:00

Perfection cannot last Erosion is a truth of life Beauty is Sand worn Water softened Polished by the wind

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We are moments We are Specks of space Encapsulated in the physical We rise gracefully No matter How we do it I watch the fast Distort the most Beautiful teardrops Upside down Rushing They lift my heart From sadness I wait and watch The slow perfections Of the smaller Over taking Taking slowly Continuous increments Toward the Surface Joining All they always were.

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•"The flaw with words is that they always make us feel enlightened, but when we turn around to face the world they always fail us and we end up facing the world as we always have, without enlightenment. For this reason, a warrior seeks to act rather than to talk, and to this effect, he gets a new description of the world—a new description where talking is not that important, and where new acts

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Something so balancedso hefty and solidIn the practiceOf healthAnd Good LoveI am a spinning topA learning BeanChangeableMutableand GrowingThank youFor bringing meDeep lessonsFor Deep learningI pray to sinkMyself and my coreagain and againinto Deep Root Spacesto Grow Healthyand BalancedHefty and Solidand blossom intoGood Love

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I am herewhere I become something of sandsomething of dust and claydry and crumbling slowlyAs life's winds erase mewaitingfor your breath

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I am missing bloggingmissing the picturesthe wisdomthe capturingthe exploringSo I am beginning not with writingbut with rememberingand admitting that I always type rememberingas remeberingand that there is a really obvious clue to reality in that:PI start withthisthisthisand this last one took me by surprise...how close to the end of 2009 I had felt like that...as it happens by December 2009 I

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Silliness from home :D

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In the shapes from the windowI am deeply awakeWith Moonlight translating my skinHer love in the teaI slowly intakeFeeling her cleaness withinThe silence that wrapsround my bonesI still hear,It whistles and calls me to Stilltil my heartAs it pumpsRocks my bodyLike seaIts eddies and currentsUnseen

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A point so piquantAnd infinitesimally smallFloatsIn the edgeOf my awarenessContaining That SecretDelicate as EndlessInescapable and IndefiniteAnd as graspableAs some speckIn my bathwater

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having woken at 01:30 after a day in bed,something in me realisessomething I can't quite graspentirely yet.Right!I thoughtNo more proofNo more proof I love youNo more proof I careDo you know how much it hurtsTo have to show it's there?The constant undercuttingThe constant sense of griefKnowing no matter that it's feltIt's not felt underneathThen in some spilt secondI understood a GodWho'd sayNo

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So now I am herefull of fear and rage and doubtrunning riot with shadowsListening to them shoutthey slice with accusationsrub caustic on my worthgrate and graze and carpet burnat images I lovethey take my wish to crumbleinto soft releasing tearsand taunt me with my weaknessand stick me in my scarsThey point to all my uglinessand magnify what's leftuntil it's all distorteda raw and hurting red

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Body had never felt the sensationsitting in it's coreIt tried to imagine it as coldProfferedit must be like hungerBut in world where it's skinwas constantly touchedby the airby the sunby some silence...Even if it were completely aloneit argued with core somewhatdenying it your absenceA strange little one for the OSI prompt Lonely

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Something of him rises up to meet an edgeand something of you meets with hisand something of me flows betweenAnd something fluid begins to seeThe patterns where I meet youAnd he meets meAnd finally in the space betweenWe are one, us threeIn the beautiful edges we bringAnd bridgeThis was inspired by 'Two Lovers' posted by I Am Another.Sweet Thoughts.

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Like a parabolic mirror containingSpherical light wave imagesOf the room it sits withinI dip inside my surfaceTo the boundless possiblityOf everything I reflectAnd somehow containThe anything of existenceI am the almagamationOf everything outside meInside the barely existentShell of who I am;The hologram createdBy reality reflectingAs I meet itWondering what is containedIn every grainOf sand

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I will meet youWith what you bring meSome mirrored surfaceOf the universeThat flows through lifeAs gentle symmetryShowing howIn truthfulnessThere always isIn every movementThe way you meet meWith what I bring

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I look onFor my inch of chanceFor where the pathGreets some nuanceThe point at whichI neatly glideFrom oneInto the otherI bring to lifeEach path of lightThat flowsThrough meUntil that pointThe passing comesI sideways slideTempted by another.In response to The Passing this week's OSI prompt

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So now I want to closeto turn the signand lock the doorand sit behind the glassdays like these I'd watchnot wanting to returnToo tired to workLike lead I sitWith all the lights turned onMy brain is moving slowI feel it graunchAgainst my mindand tears begin to flowI curl myselfDown on the floorAnd wait to be at home

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I have become someoneWanting more than I've gotThis late in the gameUnsureIf that's wiseOr not

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Laying jealously of sleepOf slumber still and deepThat holds youSoft in bodyMurmuring tenderly to dreamsFeeling into darknessPale smoothness I keepMy hands wrap roundFamiliar curvesI stroke and slowly driftIn exquisite beautyAnd silence on your lipsThe warmth that growsInside my chestLights sweetly in the darkI rest my face against your backListen to your heart.Last night I saw youFull in

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Just absolutely love this

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I hold this wisdomIn my skinThe Knowing UniverseGuides withinFlows as LoveEncompassingThrough tender thoughtsThat turn to synTo reach and touchAnd light againThe long spent starsWhere we beganIn response to Beginning this weeks OSI prompt

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I breathe in the breezeThat brings you to meAll wisdom and wildness and something set freeYou spill over edgesOf realitiesand the EverythingThat cannot contain you.I am small and relentless, intensely myselfAs I turnInside beautyAnd staggering depthsI endlessly breathejust to stretch with each breathto catch even particlesof that which I love

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A golden cube of solid joyTurns rays of light toward merefracting through suspended breathThe full spectrum of beautyExpanding then, in every cellA brightening glow of lifeThe tantalised exquitenessReleases with my breath

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I feel my bootsand push my rootsdeeper into Herbalancingand drawing onsolidity of earthIn my mindI clearly seewhat I had done beforeand tenderlywithdraw my rootsfrom those that I adore

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Quiet tired headache in my heartspreads its motion sickness scentsinto muscles and exhausted eyesthat blame and blame and blameme.

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Will rave more about Wirrow at a later (or more sensible) time ...for now, this latest video is a must share :D

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I'm a connoisseurOf the airOf the vibesEternally awareOf your hidesAnd your liesOf the rise in emotionsYou so passively guiseI am a connoisseurYes, I'm a connoisseurWell trainedIn my artOf eternal shell steppingAnd avoidance of hurtPracticed in caringTo the point I'm inertSo my new connoisseurshipWill be my own heartHmmm not sure about this one at all...but it's my offering for this weeks OSI

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wisdom winds branchesround branchesand spreads themand leans ever highergrowth upon selftaking supportfrom it's own mirrored growingoutstretched and trustinga hundred years slowand I am the speckam the fleetingest colourthat rests at the rootsin a moment of hopethat somehowthis wisdomwill touch meand impartthat I might learn somethinga hundred years slow

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Wishing soft for silken wrappingLayered binding, clean and hiddenAs I surrender usual systemsAllowing death of self.Response to 'cocoon', the prompt this week at OSI

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I have just delivered five pieces of work to be displayed for sale and commission at a fundraising art show.Eeeeeeeeee!I was invited as an artist :PHee hee hee hee :POddFunnySurrealRealHappyFeels RIGHTSupercool:DPieces on display are:This one, The sleeping babe here, Thisy, Thaty and this unclaimed giveaway treeAnyone local enough and interested it's at 15 The Upper Drive, Hove 2-4pm Sunday

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Hold mehold me tightlyI'm a fireI spark and crackleFrightening desireThe hissing and the crackingFrom my bonesAlarmlingly consumesThe me I'd knownThe one of me that knewJust how to sitThe one of me that knewJust where I fitThe one restrainedContained and safely keptThe One of meThat living, quietly slept.

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I am a lover lostThe exquisite brillianceOf my radiating heartSo unbearably beautifulSet against the Endless DarkIt suspends me in EntiretyEternityIn First MomentAware and unawareness blinkingThis Light being in the unbeingand IAm the sea of this.

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History leans against meWeighs upon and holds meAs I struggle with the truth of what is new.Green shootsPersistent in their cunning growthSeemingly unplannedUn thoughtUn schemedExceedingly effectiveContiniously break throughThreading through the preponderanceOf dark decaying pastThey leave me hopefulMy response to this weeks OSI prompt Preponderance

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Wave of heatSpeck of lightRadiation of a fiery sunBecomeWave of passionSpeck of LoveGrateful ecstasy of human form

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The little ecstasies of my lifeMelt togetherWarm golden honeyIn the gentle persistent heatOf the sunand Everything gleams

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ComingIt cleansLifts up my shirtCaresses my neckand licks at my hairIn its fresh coolnessThe scent of green wildnessCalls crisplyOf broken grass and Melissa leavesUnder bare feet.This weeks respone to the OSI prompt 'Overt, the wind that blows through the open windows'

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Love is my MistressAnd Truth is my MasterAnd I am subordinate to theseNormality, morality fail me navigationallyOn this living sea of ecstasy

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what am I not saying to you?What within meIs not true?What thing is this I can't admit?What is itI wont let exist?Trouble sharedIs trouble halvedDisintergratedBlown apartBut poison sharedIs poison spreadSo let the wordsNot form instead.

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Today there is The AcheDeeply lostWithin the wakeOf endless tidesLife makesFirst inThen outIncesssant doubtLeeches something Onto beachesBleaching essence out Leaving me With stones Cold and heavyLaying in meWeightAgainst my bones

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In the nightHer legs grew longereyes grew sharpand heart grew wilderThe pounding paceOf feral drumminglay gently in her breastand calmlyIn her breathShe felt the danceSway long and languidStalk her stepSo softly paddedInto silent spaceFamiliarIn between the worldsAnd in the treesThe shadows friendlyShades she missedAnd ached for dailyWhispered roughThe sinking eveningInto homesick earsKnowing she

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within the brightening firethere burnt a gentle flamewhich licked with softer tongueand whispered me your nameEnamoured of it's coolnessRefreshing as I parchedLittle did I noticeThe melting of my heartTurning me to liquidMore fuel for the flamesAnd I the brightening fireScorching at your name

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The clarity of this deeply seated wisdomSeems so undeniableAs to be impossibleTo be lost toYet I cannot separateIn my sea of memoryFathomable momentsFrom the frequencyI wander in my own darknessLost in the tumbling earthSifting through rich sensationsNot even knowing whatI am lost toWhat I have lostOnly feelingThe absenceOf knowledgewhilst knowingFinding requires no search

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How we think ourselves and frownOur little waves of up-side downWrinkle over eyes so wiseRevealing little cracks insideThat stumble us within our gleeWithin our living happilyLoving yours, disliking mineOur little patterns of the mindFlashing onto flesh to seeWakening curiosity...What ripples there, behind that face?Desires to fall into that space.

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ConfidenceLustEnchantednessCuriosityBlissPride and ecstasyEnthusiasmExuberanceAnd ExcitabilityWaxen WingsSomething in the steady beat of loveLifts me differentlyResponse to this weeks OSI prompt Icarus

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Bright ecstatic spiralsDancing in my cellsAs energies pass through themIlluminating selfJoyous is the singingI hear under my skinExuberant remembranceOf what I hold within.

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Some days you're sitting in the chairWith very ordinary airCaught in conversation thereI go to make some tea...Then every little step I takeI feel my foot roll on the floorAnd hear the gentle noise it makesMix as your voice falls through the doorInto most ecstatic songOf quiet sounds my heart adoresAnd silent smiles sit on my faceAs everything feels in it's placeMorning Love:)Offered as my

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I watch the hourglassPour light out through my heartThe anchorOf my soul's centreIn the physicalAlternate response to this week's OSI prompt Love

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Fire of emergence searing through meI panic and I try to hold it inBlackening and charring at my edgesThe ashes of me dancing in the windPieces of me long to reach and clutch themSqueeze them gently into form againHolding onto patterns that I have beenAll's comsumed and changed though, in the end

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Dreams fall awayAs butterfly wingsTumbling in the air;Glancing showsAblaze with coloursI had not seen were there.

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Caught I orbitAt some terminal velocitySpeed that pullsThe imploding centreOf my darknessOut into the voidEach of usSuspendedDancing circles increasing decreasingAs who we are is breathedOut into light.

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SomehowIn the brilliance of LoveI never feel the momentsThat I grewIt is in its griefIn the aching holeOf absenceThat I realiseAs I surrenderTo the preciousnessOf every missing ounceAnd inch of stretch.

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There's a crack in my vision todayJagged it wraps aroundLike a long scar in my eye lineNear the wonders I have foundIt sits just in my right eyeobscuring what I seeLike a tear in time's realityTwisted rainbow that was me.It gently makes me nervousThat I can't see the truthWhen my fearful heart is lookingTo not see any proof.

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The writer in me sits stillAnd teases as I fish and fidgetAs I feel the discomfortThe scratching yawning chasmWhere my words once filled my heartAnd flowed onto pagesMaking realMy life internalEven this, empty,turned on resolutelyBy my word holding museI turn to pagesOf other's netsTo soak in how the windsHave been caughtAnd wroughtBy others.Response to Vicarious this weeks OSI prompt

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I have this overwhelming sense of wonderIn the midst of many concepts making senseOf all of us as many drops of water;Avatars of The Continuous.Manifesting every single aspectOf physical relation on the earthfeeding back assimilated knowing;Nuances developed in the tide:ExperienceOf rough wet rock on warm skinThe yeilding and the loss of self in loveThe aching of still feeling with our last

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*Intoxicating aura whispersProximity of wordsStill lingeringNear the tip of my penIn response to Aura this weeks OSI prompt

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~between ~~~ the~~~ wordsamong ~~~the~~~ starswithin~~~ the~~~ tiny~~~ movementsaching ~~~in~~~ my~~~ heartit ~~~is~~~ thisin ~~~almost ~~~silencethat ~~~holds ~~~together~~~ shells,spheres~~~ of ~~~iridescenceand~~~ incandescent~~~ rays,that ~~~somehowcracks~~~ me~~~ openthe ~~~silent~~~ sound~~~ of~~~ whichechoes~~~ as~~~ the~~~ murmurBetween~~~ the~~~ words ~~~to ~~~sit.In

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Silent tornado howlingSets walls of my heart tremblingVibration turnsTo burning tearsAs to my kneesI'm sinkingThe aching of the howlIts noise, livesInside my trembling voiceTrapped insideMy throat on fireAs hollowness concaves me.I've let myself be toldSomething that I plainly amIs something thatI cannot be.This is whereBelief leaves me:Lost and vulnerable to tricksSlipping where the others

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I haveA moment's pauseTwenty minutesTopsAnd I'mReading poetryWriting wordsNegotiatingWith the constant internal clamourOf my cellsCalling meTo you I resist.ResistFervent urgingResistExternal interruptingCaught in the swirlingOf all these day time thingsThe only thing leftIn a peaceful dark pauseMy loudAnd racing heart.

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Smooth strideSure stepWarm embraceSmell of neckLips softGrazing skinFeeling fireGrown within.Separation takesFalse starts;Three attemptsSuspendedIn irresolute moments.Arguing heartsProcrastinateWaiting forThe WorldTo waverIn response to Hesitation this weeks OSI prompt.

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I want to be a Happy HippyPainting bodies by the seaWashed ashore anew each morningWith the sunshine drying me.I want to be a Gypsy DancerTwirling circles by the fireLit and spun in shades of passionSinging as the flames burn higher.I get to be a Loving MotherStretch my heart out by the dayWearing too big jeans and glitterMake believing as we play.

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There's no fight leftNo waste of breathNo strength to findAnother stepAnother stageAnother tryTo salvage bitsOf things slipped byTo tired to wriggleI finally restand find the peaceOf no contestThe truth of usThe truth of meThere's only one thingI can be.

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So longSo slowSo slightShe didn't knowWhat time eroded.A mountain goneUnscaledUnseenDissolvedBy mists ofPure unbeing

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Today is a hard dayBrittle barkAnd scratchy dustDropping bugsThat scurryTiredness overwhelmsI slow to hurryCleaning upThe worsening messMeans breaking thingsWithin my houseMy home.

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I ran from my motherI ran from what's goodI ran from myselfand all that I knewI ran in the darkI ran in the rainI ran ever onand always in painI ran from my achesI ran from my joyI ran from my loveand all he imploredI ran into shadowsI ran into lightI ran through my daysand straight into nightI stood in the darknessAnd all it held thereIn quiet and peaceI'm no longer scared.In response to running

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You're a fire in my heart and a wonder to my mind.Honey and surrender to the bones of who I amImpossible dream and unanswerable prayerRevealed to me and offered as easily as air.Any moment I am scaredOf ceasing to existI am overwhelmed and healedThat I existed as this

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The peachy thing about uncertainty, Julia, is that when everything else is equal, the cards are still heavily stacked in your favor.In other words, when all things are considered, including uncertainty, they are not equal, and vigilantly remembering this can make all the difference.Got it? The UniverseJulia, that one's worth getting: All things are not equal.

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Set my sights highHeart alignedJump with both feetLearning to fly :)

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I wondered if,If my body looked different,Would it feel the sameWhen you touch me?I decided not.I would loseThe most delicateTruth.I would not experienceThe beautyOf who I am.For that's your powerTo touch me exquisitelyWith unbelievable beauty.So I lay my scars before you;My hurts,Self hurtsAnd hiding,My lack of self-loveTurned loathingAnd floatUnder your touch.

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Awakened by achingEchoed by musicPart of me crumplesAt the centre of feeling.Longing for earth,Releaseand peaceful sleepIn response to insomnia this weeks OSI prompt

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Life asks meTo see past everythingPastThe limits I imagined of myselfPast the imagesand syntax of my mindInto the quickening brightnessOf our heartLost in the roarOf telling us about LoveIt's brillianceUnrevealedUnknownUnmanifestIts echoes soundingIn every secondAnyone has livedI love you

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Single singing sunInside of everyoneComes to mindWhen you and IConnect up into one.In response to Single this weeks OSI prompt

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God my heart is tired todayOf giving so much love awayWhen so much learning in returnIs how to love yet be aloneI wish I held the words you saidThey slip from meFall from my headAnd God my heart is tired todayAs so much learnt just slips away.

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Am I brave enough for this?Or will some truthMy acts dismissOut of handand out of habitLet it slipInstead of grab itWith both handsand open heart?Am I brave enough to start?Will this little fire begunTurn into the blazing sunOf personal powerIn every momentCreating lifeThe way my heart dreamt?

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I read a title a week agoAnd it struck at once as trueThe reality of my learning curveHas been blown apart by you.Tiny ditty in response to the prompt Blowing The Curve on One Single Impression

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If nobody's going to bechecking todayI shall let both my childrendo nothing but playI shall listen to musicAnd frequently danceI shall laze in the chairReading romanceThe cooking, the cleaningThe washing can waitWe'll eat what we fancyOff found party platesEducation and growthWill happen by chanceWhile we listen to musicAnd frequently dance.When we're not being checked onBy those in my headArt

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It tickled me to give you The Known Universe today!

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The Blue Green BrillianceOf existence knowingIn the revealedIs the hidden.The connected joyOf open heartHearing the ecstasyFeeling the ticklesSmelling the nectarof the BrilliantBlue Green Day.In response to Sunny Days over at One Single Impression

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Quietly the dreamsThey creep up on meEdging through the silenceAnd the hopeConnected by the threadThat pulls upon meStirring spaceWithin the me that's knownCalling softlyWith their sweetest voicesReassuring fears I felt beforeAskingCan I go to them completelyAs they open upThe endless door.

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Free fluidityThrough which fallsAll Manna of life;Sounds and squallsSharp and circlingFerocious and wantingDelicate handling,Gentle smoothing,Quiet attemptingAt elusive understanding.I got brave enough!This is inspired by this weeks prompt Chaos over at One Single Impression

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I ask for everything to change& The Everything asks of meTo change, again.If at first you paint a blue skyWouldn't you then want to paint it pink?Or mauve? or green?Wouldn't the light and life around youShift and change and move as you do?Growth evolving differenceFrom one state to another;From an old perspective to the new,Letting and allowing it as we go.

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Seeing from the skyThe lights that enterYou and IDisappearing,Hidden in the fleshIn acts of kindnessAre releasedIn brighter waysBringing PeaceTo rise againInformingWhat this meansTo beA human heart on EarthTo comprehendDelicate worthOf aching hereAnd living in this timeAnd soThe cycle starts againOverwatchedBy Brightening FriendsSending lightsTo live in us divine.

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I hear my musicPlaying nowRhythm in meto allowLove that callsFire from the sky.Re-igniteA hundred timesWithin myselfThe Love divineEmbodiedIn the furnaceOf this dance.May all illusionBurn awayAll sense of lossDross and decayLeaving nothingMore thanWho we are

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So bring me old storiesThe ones that steal breathThe ones that stop heartbeatsLight fire in my chestI hunger for hearingThe ways that a human can be;Opened by weaknesses,Stretched past complacenciesInto the centre of truth,Called by deep duties,Forged by our challenges,Softened by others we meet.

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Finally!The cracked potSitting on the hillWaiting for the stormLonging to feelThe clear falling rainFill it with purpose:Cradling the waters.Not the best loved,Not the first chosen,Nor the most complete.Struck by lightningBurnt through the cracksBlown into piecesTo never stick backLaying as fragmentsOn top of the hillEach of them smoulderingAs the rain fills.Leonard Cohen says:'There is a crack

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I'm wondering if the day has comeMy heart says "No more!""No more pushing and pullingStretching and growing!I cannot encompass this"Is it that this grief that poursIs old or new?Grief for the moments missedAnd lost and goneOr for the onesThat will not comeIf I cannot persuade my heartThat yet again it's worth the startThe stretching, growing, beating hardTo make the room.

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Upon the pageI write todayOf things to beAnd to be done,Of fears full-blown,Of Loves unkownAnd yearning to be One.I endless putMy pen to page.

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It all started with our eldest staring out of the window and exclaiming that the sky was so white it looked like paper! He promptly decided it would make the perfect canvas for whiteboard markers.... I just loved watching them all!

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Every dream I have for myself, I could grieveBecause I knowThat most of them will never beAnd those that will, will pass But as a human,Nothing more special,I knowSomewhere, someoneLives my dream for meSimply because they are human too I imagine can feel my dreams Being lived by othersIf such a thing as 'other' exists; Which just leaves me to wonderWhether any others existOr just my dreams. So I

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The way that Beth, and her friends at The Virtual Teahouse, express their experiences of Spirit being lived in everyday life, never ceases to refresh, refill and re-focus me. Every visit I make to the VTH brings a blessing. I'm Loving this Poem by Beth today...written in response to the prompt 'wings' on One Single Impression...A community of poets and another beautiful oasis in itself. (Think I

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I got to do this for two hours yesterday!!! We've been waiting to say hello to our new great-niece since 14 Dec, patiently (not!) through Christmas and coughs and colds! She's soooo beautiful. ~Welcome to the world Little One, life is beautiful!

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Longing to break, crack, blossom and fallOpen myself to the feeling of allThe falling completely into the blissAs I hover, so gently, the edges of thisA midnight so huge where my mind use to beA night of forever, impossible dreamsAsking too much of existence, I callLonging to break, crack, blossom and fall.

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I'm remembering now, the ridiculous number of times, this year (last Year!) that I found myself thinking...."this is just like ten years ago"Strange, patterns repeating so clearly as though unfinished...very, very trippy!Feeling excited and truly as though I am launching into the unknown with the beginning of this decade, at the same time as being suspended in The Single Moment...Happy trippy!I

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The glowing garden I walked in was full of the most impossible light, I could feel it shining through my cells into the centre of my body so that I felt as insubstantial as the air around me. The beauty of this light and the garden it illuminated, released silver tears of grief and worry from me, untying the last knots of my solid existence, followed by tears of gratitude.Slowly walking around

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There is really a lot of amazingness out there at the moment! I'm quietly having the most excellent ending to 2009...I was really feeling un-prepared a few days ago...I still have a very odd sensation that there has not been a year between the end of 2008 and now!Whenever I'm in a car on a motorway, which isn't very often, I get a very solid sensation that my existence is really just that

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Reading your writingIs a physical experienceIdeas stepping off the pageInto my awarenessSetting offA cascade ofrecognitionacceptanceLoveSometimes what I seeIs a hole in the logicA space that lets the LoveAnd MysteryFall throughAnd ideasRush through meTo bridge the gapReaching toThe beautiful underlying structureOf life.

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I am a little dumbfoundedBy the divergence of my lifeFrom what I had imaginedI have done things I never thought I wouldAnd never did the things I thought I dreamt ofThere's a sadness to those thoughtsAnd more than a touch of curiosityAs to how little I knewOr still knowAnd an over arching senseOf happiness, mystery and amazementAt how all this can still be me being me.

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Been listening to the gentle warm tones of Leonard Cohen tonight! This one is so beautiful:Suzanne is perhaps my favourite song of all time, usually as performed by Nina Simone, but Leonard's version is beautiful too.

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Wishing you Love from me too.I have stumbled, pushed, pulled,and directed my whole lifetoward the expansion of my divine humanity,an inner largenessthat keeps spreading my soul before meand expanding my spirit around me.Something closed and cold withinkeeps turning me toward the eternal glow of loveuntil I melt and overflowin tears and screams and laughter and roars,and vitality spins around me

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