Floating pink chiffon.

She floats above me in the distance,
her pink chiffon dress fluttering in the winds of time.
She smiles warmly,
I smile back, not knowing but trusting.
Who she is does not matter,
her story must be heard.
I am surrounded by pastel sunrise colors and filled with vibrational joy,
her memories implanted in mine as we share the laughter of a joke told long ago.
I don't want this to end.
But I feel my world pulling me back,
my life gently tugging on the rope to let me know its time to return to my dreams, my head, my bed.
I steal one last grateful gaze at her essence, her story told, her life affirmed.
She fades as the ceiling comes back in to focus. And then she is gone.
But her vibrations remain. Etched into my cells fast and forever.
Floating pink chiffon.

sometimes my mind only allows me to understand ideas moment by moment.

the only thing that I truly know is this breath, this now, this feeling right here.

January

Life is the school.

Love is the lesson.

Flossing

Is shower flossing
an efficient multitasking habit?

Or am I just
wasting time,
wasting water?

Pacific eyes

Dip your toes
Test the temperature
Dive right in, go for a swim

The water is still
But the waves, choppy
Constant change, never the same

A container
And space
Vacant, and occupied

A soul's windows
Pull you deeper
Beneath the surface, she lies

What journey calls?
To the Pacific
Into your eyes

Bright, Shiny, Sparkling Newness

You know that feeling? Yeah, you know it. Those New things that make your heart beat faster and your nerves energize. Your mind fogs and your eyes fail to focus on anything else. Your gut is a little woosy, in a good way. You're so excited about each little moment, and you cling to words, touches, gestures like they were precious gifts. So much to take in! So many details to remember!

They say the best things in life are free... Well, the best things in my life are New. New moments like this. New times like these. New people like you. Newness.

Bright, Shiny, Sparkling Newness!

Not to discount Oldy, But Goody. OBG is just as important; safe, reliable, comfortable, There. But the thrill of Newness often outweighs the stability of OBG.

Newness is interesting, intriguing, inviting. But Newness is blindingly bright and can blindside. And begs for attention.

Do not let the sparkle fool you, there is so much relying on that gleam. So much banking on the glitz. Know that behind every Newness there is OBG waiting.

Newness appears when you least expect it. Out of the blue, poof, its New. Newness is a gift from the Universe because you needed it.

See what Newness can hold for you, what lies within it. Explore the Newness for what it is and isn't. Love the Newness. It loves you!

Move On

Move On blinked the snail to the badger.

Be on your Way called the rabbit to the hawk.

Carry on... the wind told the ocean.

Push forth! shouted the Captain to her ship.

Please Continue, the tree asked of its roots.

Relax. You're doing the best You. My father once said to me.

Move On, wayward traveller. Move On, broken heart. Move On, dear friend and lover.

I release you. I forgive you. You are free.

There's some big, grey mass over there...

I feel as though I've been blindly gripping the ear of an elephant in the room. Muttering softly to it and myself stories of moments passed and fading memories.

All the while gazing into your eyes...Your sweet, loving eyes.

Wait, I see my reflection there... and... it frightens me!...

Who have I become in your eyes?

So, do I
Change who I see reflected?
Or
Change my Perspective?

Change is inevitable. All things change! Even the elephant. Some days he hears me, some he just listens.

Why resist what we cannot prevent, delay, or ignore? Why, even the butterfly surely must think she's dying before her great transformation.

I look again. I am both persons. The reflection and the witness.

I see again. I love and accept myself exactly as I am right now.

Broke a Nail mudra

I created my own mudra <3 


I call it: Broke a Fingernail mudra. Its easy to do: 
Hold your hands in front of you, viewing the backs of both your hands, fingers spread. 
For each broken fingernail, bend your finger at the large knuckle 
(You can bend the knuckle for any finger that you feel needs special attention) ;)


Its effects are a deeper appreciation for what you have, the present moment; allows for clarity in the mind for more focusing on slower down, being careful, to be full of grace; a unique, personal mudra, done with attention to specifics or broad, held for the length of time you feel you can let go of the idea of having fingernails and breaking them, all your hard work to maintain them, and remain in the present moment. Creates intimate energetic bond of respect with hands, nails, and ultimately, yourSelf.

Ahhh.... Makes breaking a nail soooo much better.

the Uni provides

Thank You, Uni(verse).
You never cease to amaze me.

Truly, the Uni is good, powerful, and loving. Like that special someone, the Uni gives me a warm fuzzy in my soul; like nothing is impossible and Love rules all. The reality of Uni is quite different from moment to moment. Always spontaneous, but never unimaginable.

The Universe speaks to me thru fortune cookies and fate.

Thank You Uni. And keep it up.


{YOU AND I}
 ~ U-N-I ~

This moment

In this moment, everything is perfect. In this moment, I am perfect.
In this moment, everything is nothing.
In this moment, nothingness is perfect.

Perfectly nothing everythingness.

I am.

isnt it funny?

strange how two extremes can bring such balance. opposites. differences. crave one, moments later yearning for the other. to seek the middle ground is lost, trapped between two beautiful things wanted so badly. extended arms grasp at nothing but air, realizing seconds too late that what wants was never even there. tall dirty drifts. endless deep green ridgelines. concrete, ash, dirt, grey. silence broken by chaos dipped in caramel. I return again and settle between my two extremes. happy to know the differences, wisdom smiling in my heart.

words from mother angelou

Lyrical poetry is out for the time being, and something that is called rap or hip-hop is in. It is still poetry, and we can't live without it. We need language to tell us who we are, how we feel, what we're capable of — to explain the pains and glory of our existence.

as night settles...

I settle into the solitude of my mind, peace falls over me like a deep blue mist in an enchanted forrest. I sink into the moment. My body melts away as I become one with the divine. All light within me gives way to darkness. Filled, saturated with wholeness I am the night. We are one.

creating a container of commitment

dedication shouldnot be taken lightly. when we commit to something, someone, or someplace, we establish roots that dont easily pull up. Knowing that you are exactly where you should be, doing exactly what Universe has planned for you, fills you with peace, love, and reason. a reason to live, to breathe, to be. trust the divine plan, strengthen your roots, create a solid core of commitment within you and allow it to flow over the edges, saturating all areas of your Life. PEACE

Delicious

"You Enjoy Savory Sensory Saturation" Yesss. Why not? Tickle me tease me taste me appease me, completely complacently courteously. Begin being. Now? Yesss. Explore externally experiencing explainable existence, then go deeper, seek what is out of reach. On the limb you'll find the fruit. <3 xo

peace

finding that place inside, beneath the surface waves and circling storm, requires time. commitment. energy.   dedication... and LOVE. thank God for all my many blessings. I AM FREE

midnight

midnight
all alone in the moonlight
i smile at the old days
i was beautiful then


stranger things have happened
times arent like they used to be
i was a stranger once

this time its different

baby things dont change
people change

change with me
adventure with me
i miss you
te extrano mucho
te amo mi amor

kiss me once and kiss me twice
then kiss me once again

dont believe that you cannot succeed
only believe that you will achieve
just breathe
and be

think of me

midnight comes again

sometimes...

sometimes i come here and i just stare at nothingness...

sometimes the words just cant excape my mouth, or they dont want to leave the safety of my throat...

sometimes i think that this new day will be different, somehow things will change, people will be good, my life shifts upright...

sometimes is only some time, and if time is relative and only an imaginary constant, and some of it i grip in my hand like a pencil when i write, too much is lost in time...

sometimes i watch the clock, thinking of the words, dreaming of that moment, once again losing mySelf in a place that doesnt exist to anyone but me...

and sometimes i just wait. i can receive it now, or i can patiently wait. the choice is MINE.

Sometimes..............

soul searching/finding

who will save your soul?
if you won't save your own...

everyday sun rays guide me to the light and everynight the shadows in darkness protect my soul.

me and god god and me we are one

omnimahshivaya shanti peace peace peace