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Sufi City...nearby Dreamtown...along the pathless path... Rio Abajo Corazon

‎Prem Akash‎ to Magnificent Space Radio

10 July at 00:52 · 

I want to feel it all today—with you.

The fire of our beginning and the burn of our ending.

I find myself counting up the years we could have together and wishing that we had met a century or two ago so I could look into the future and not see a horizon.

Centuries with you don’t scare me but horizons do, even if it is bathed in the sweetest sunset I have ever seen. You are the sun that spreads itself across the sky in brilliant hues of amber and vermilion, filling my eyes with impossible dreams.

You are the inconceivable made real, the rise of a flock of sparrows into a cerulean sky.

In the beauty of your love, there has been an awakening of my soul. That which has been born within me now feeds the moments of each day we share. It is the manna for the hungry, an Artesian well hidden in the dusty Sahara.

I want to feel it all today, the ache of being apart, the searing anticipation of being together, the insecurities that haunt me—the fire that singes the corners of my being.

I want to feel what it would be like to watch you walk away. It’s not the ranting of madness, it’s the allowing space for whatever will be, and loving you through every motion of the wheel that spins us together.

I would like to know what it would be like to hold your hand when it is wrinkled and soft because we’ve grown into wise old souls, and to know that your hand would still be in mine while I draw my last breath.

I would like to drown in the youth of your body as it is now and offer you mine and for what are just seconds in the face of eternity. I want to draw every ounce of passion from your skin. I would like to paint the essence of my rawness onto you like a tattoo. I would like to wear you also.

Today I feel the intensity of when we were not yet, and what is now, and ours no more. It is all beautiful in its own way. It is all a part of what makes us real.

If you were a painting you would be a Monet, a garden made of my own inspiration, my own impressions, a symphony of colors that translated onto canvas was only a shadow of the depth of my feelings—because those I could not share wholly with the world—some things are only for you and me.

I want to feel it all today, what makes us and what unmakes us, what is real and what is soaked in fear, the shadow lands and the fullness of the moon on our faces.

Our love appeared as an approaching wave, a mirage of aquamarine and frothy whites. It threatened to drown me, then, cocooning me in the sanctuary of its belly, offered respite from the years of searching for you.

“And then there was you,” is how I begin the stories that I recount to myself at night when I want to remember how we started. You found me. Today I want to feel again what it was like before there was you—it’s becoming difficult to remember that me.

Before there was you there was a space in my heart that waited.

When there was you, I unfolded my wings and testing their strength, leapt from the edge of what was known into the abyss. I’m still on the wing—flying an uncharted course. But, that is all I ever really wanted—to be free even as I was the taken.

I want to feel it all today. Your kiss, your smile, your words as they caress me.

On this journey, I would like to know you as a wolf knows the call of its pack, to be embraced, to be lonely, to be the huntress and the hunted—to be consumed.

Today, we are the dawn, one day we will be the dusk.

I want to feel it all With you.

shayari...sher

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"Attract what you expect, reflect what you desire, become what you respect, mirror what you admire." ~ anonymous

A Friend Flew...

OH Ruben...so you died...retired and died...worked your whole life and died...damn...oh Man...you must be tuning up to play the next set at the big dancehall in the sky...save me a table by the dance floor...i will listen for the music. A little weary we were only a year ago...i asked for a picture...this picture... because i love you i love you i love the being inside this old discarded shell...my darling...i see you still...not at the waste transfer station where we met (it could have been anywhere else and you would have shined so brightly i wouldn't remember the place), although it is kind of cosmic to meet you where the shuffling of souls stuff gets re-directed...a newmexican river of styx (and plastic)...

i am pleased to have held your hands in this lifetime...you were worth the wait...thanks for feeling the thrill of music...

good friday city of rocks...

When we covet another’s beauty, talent, style, love, light… we glimpse our own golden shadow... If you can see it in another, it’s yours....already developing...always already there...glowing inside gold... it is time for you to own what you already HAVE. Remember, if you can see it, and it feels good in your body and being, it is already yours! Accept and receive with grace and gratitude. 

much gratitude to jessica shepherd for excellent inspiration.
much gratitude to city of rocks for divine grounding...

moments of magnificent stillness...december 17...sandhill crane cafe...

Knowing that knowing is on the rise...

from Steve McCurry's Amazing Resilience Pix

A good half of the art of living is resilience.– Alain de Botton

Kathaluwa, Sri Lanka

My Guru Swami Rama of the Himalayan tradition taught us that "sushumna" is another name of "sukhmana" (sukha+mana) which literally means "happy and joyous mind."' Swami Rama said that with the application of Sushumna, you enter the state of a worry-free, happy and joyous mind.

BLUEBERRY COBBLER~ or BLACKBERRY

Ingredients
2 cups fresh blueberries
1/2 cup sugar 
2 tablespoons butter, melted
2/3 cup all-purpose flour
1-1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/4 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup milk
Whipped cream, optional

Directions
Sprinkle blueberries into a well-greased 8-in. square baking dish. In a small bowl, combine sugar and butter until crumbly. Combine the flour, baking powder and salt; add to sugar mixture alternately with milk. Spread over blueberries.
Bake at 350° for 40-45 minutes until golden brown and a toothpick inserted near the center comes out clean. Serve warm with Homemade icecream ~ I love you all Grandma Raven

This year is not a time for 'Competing, it is a time of Completing'.  Rein in what does not serve your Light.  Pack it up.  Seal it and bury it in a place that you once lived, but no longer reside.  Everyone benefits from shared knowledge and wisdom and will always lift up the ‘weakest link’ in the cosmic chain; it can be no other way. 

Each of you intuitively knows the doorway that you are to knock upon. The energy of the future is shared in single file. Allow your own learning's to unfold and to envelop you in a cocoon of your own preparation and vibration.  Each new level of initiation and light comes personalized.  Do not place the picture of your life next to the picture of another’s life for the lines and the pixels will not meet or match. Your trail may be some what similar to another’s, but it cannot ever be the same.  The Universe has no need to duplicate itself. Every person is a different thought within the same sentence of God.  Your music will never sound the same as another’s no matter what instrument you play.

Everyone has the ability to take a word, a thought, a sentence, and fine line it into their own unique energy signature.  Take all of the events of your life and your experiences and breathe your life force into them.  Breathe your signature, your sound, and your color into every portion of your life.  Do not try to color and change yourself by mimicking others.  Honor all of your creations and honor the creations of those around you. There is no need to compete with others life has its own design and destiny which serves the greater good and the greater God.

Revolutionary change does not come as one cataclysmic moment (beware of such moments!) but as an endless succession of surprises, moving zigzag toward a more decent society. We don't have to engage in grand, heroic actions to participate in the process of change. Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world. Even when we don't "win," there is fun and fulfillment in the fact that we have been involved, with other good people, in something worthwhile. We need hope.

An optimist isn't necessarily a blithe, slightly sappy whistler in the dark of our time. To be hopeful in bad times is not just foolishly romantic. It is based on the fact that human history is a history not only of cruelty but also of compassion, sacrifice, courage, kindness. What we choose to emphasize in this complex history will determine our lives. If we see only the worst, it destroys our capacity to do something. If we remember those times and places — and there are so many — where people have behaved magnificently, this gives us the energy to act, and at least the possibility of sending this spinning top of a world in a different direction. And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand utopian future. The future is an infinite succession of presents, and to live now as we think human beings should live, in defiance of all that is bad around us, is itself a marvelous victory."

—Howard Zinn, The Optimism of Uncertainty

Those who know do not talk
Those who talk do not know

Close the mouth
Shut the doors
Blunt the sharpness
Unravel the knots
Dim the glare
Mix the dust
This is called Mystic Oneness

They cannot obtain this and be closer
They cannot obtain this and be distant
They cannot obtain this and be benefited
They cannot obtain this and be harmed
They cannot obtain this and be valued
They cannot obtain this and be degraded
Therefore, they become honored by the world


retrain for the foreverfuture...

You’re not good at being unattached as yet. You like to come from a place where you insist on owning, when, in the world, you own nothing. At best, you temporarily rent or lease, but never do you own as you like to think of owning. No one owns his own begging bowl. No one owns tomorrow...

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Sacred Honouring Ritual:

"Place one hand on your heart and one on your belly, and say the following aloud: 
'Fatimah, who loves me unconditionally, bless me with your hand of protection and your radiant grace. May I love my body and live my divinity in totality. 
My spirit is my body. My body is my spirit. 
Arwahuna
ajsaduna
wa-ajsduna
arwahuna.'
Repeat, slowly and carefully, three times, then rest if you wish to. When you are ready, you have completed your sacred honouring ritual."*

~ By Alana Fairchild

"SOMEBODY TO LOVE REHERSAL" GEORGE MICHAEL

Gratitude and Grace...continue serving the rising river of love and light...relax into the flow of energies...feel supported by magnetic attraction...