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ON WAKING   I give thanks for arriving Safely in a new dawn, For the gift of eyes ... To see the world, The gift of mind To feel at home In my life. The waves of possibility Breaking on the shore of dawn, The harvest of the past That awaits my hunger, And all the furtherings This new day will bring. May all beings be blessed with light. May all beings be blessed with love. May all beings be blessed with truth. ... May all beings be blessed with joy. May all beings be blessed with faith. May all beings be blessed with health. May all beings be blessed with wealth. May all beings be blessed with bliss. May all beings be blessed with grace. May all beings be blessed with ease. May all beings be blessed with peace. May all beings be blessed with hope. And may it begin with me A Daily Blessing All For Love, "In the parched deserts of postmodernity a blessing can be like the discovery of a fresh well. It would be lovely if we could redisco...

"Unless you are constantly practicing it, this dying and being reborn, you are only a guest on this dark planet earth."   Goethe   Artist Joan Pope Our Soul directs our life experience. The more we center in that Divine Self authority, the less likely we are to feel victimized when we experience events that rock and shock us. At this Full Moon, where is your authority? In fear and anxiety, or truth and faith? The bracing clarity of the Cancer Sun and Capricorn Full Moon require our compassion. Stuff happens that is sad, disheartening, terrifying. And since what we give authority to, grows, how we hold our experience, how we treat our self and one another makes all the difference. Indeed, it’s the only thing we take with us beyond the grave. When the hot lava bubbled up from my depths, I was terrified. Yet it liberated me into a new relationship with myself. The inner landscape is new, now. Lava boiling up from the deeps, the destruction we experien...

The Truth is not a challenge Nor is Love Without conditions When ego surrenders, When ego integrates When ego stops competing with The True Self and rises from The Table, Room For Love without condition arrives. (Our) Nature is perfect, all aligned (Our) Nature is ease, all accomplished. (Our) Nature is The grace of Truth Nature, all of ours, are whole and complete and absolutely remove the edifice of once needed protective boundaries, When we feel safe and heard, seen as alive, embodied Self, We Be, True our nature of surrendered Self So Be The Love and laugh (firstly at our Self) and Live as Love, not "in" love or "with" love but as love We as Love, veils lifted, whole, then merge One with an equal without losing Our centre Our Truth Our Love For Self Which Is Living, as Tender, fierce, compassionate, Love, without a wailing competing disintegrated ego "out there" chasing material rewards chasing The N...

  "Wind blowing through branches. It makes you want to stay awake just to be inside of that sound, wrapped around the night like a song."   VLE    Allow music to linger long after it's been felt  "Spend more time on my mind and I promise you’ll fall  Look past the skin and the bones and the batting eyelashes  Notice how my cheeks flush and my eyes glisten and my heart starts beating fast Feel my lungs breathe you in as my eyes roll back drunk  And drink me with your lips until you thirst no more. Strip me." #wordgasm Thank you Macaile Hutt. ps And perhaps then I’ll let you get beneath my clothes

Maria on Creative Work We met of course By Chance Which wasn't. It was destined Both broken open portals of pure divinity, Pursued by pasts Of rage and fury and griefs and stories. It was destined that we taught and fought and caught a stiller silent seven year breeze, of coarse, lessons, habits of old wounds fresh, as blood let. Now destiny sighs, drip, drops like tireds, ebb, cavernous yawns this solstice cried, enough passed waters, winds and waves, transacted, bucket lists, predicted, safe and shore, rewards well rubbed, Like a Once Potent Genie Bottled, longer, Let It Be mature, dine well red, Old Dreams, Popped Corks, Sell, Sell, Sell, Sold, White Light Miss Tick past, wound, like springs in stopped clocks, tight yellow stains spread in cracked crease, well greased yolk smeared amongst Mind and Body pages. Sow Now Wilder Seed, sorting, As We Go On Flying Higher, De-serving, More, Re-Membering, More, Loving More, ...

 Crisp Mountain Air Earth, Fire, True North @Barringtons   Winter Solstice Nature's Spectrums & Spirals Southern Hemisphere. 20:07 210618     A secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see. Rumi   @ McBridesBeach Solitude, Salt, Sun, Sea and Sand.   More Sunshine, More Snow, More Sea. More Life, More Laughter, More Love, Aligned Harmony, Perfectly Wild As Creation In This, Our Promised Land. Days Now Get Longer, Can't Get Better. Thank you Fire of Winter Medicine, This Natural Beauty Growing As Untamed Grace, I know your face and I trust your hand, Remind Me Nature, Blessed. I See You Still,   The Same Lucid Dream. I See You, As Brilliant Night Sky Stitched as it is with stars, A Green Growth Forest of oceans' deep blues, ember fire glows, full, slow,   burns white hot   This Lucid Heart. Nature, feels my body ...

Ripe, Spring Orchards, bud. Thirteen Ways To Love You In Victoria Place     Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water, You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a bunch of flowers, every day, between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window. The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish. Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them. The rain takes off her clothes. The birds go by, fleeing. The wind. The wind. I alone can contend against the power of men. The storm whirls dark leaves and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh, you do not run away. You will answer me ...

Rhythmic crests as trough dawns, calm spray gifts a cool pool clarity. Swollen dark dusk storm darker, recedes, drops, life  rises on crisp salt air, next fresher peak wilder, deeply, calls. ~ oceans

  Create thy Self Love Liberates, Free, Be What I Deserve, Align with Excess Joy, sadness, feel it all, The Heights, The Depths Who I Am? wildness, wilderness, rest, A full colour spectrum Never settle For less. Expand The Centre, Hold Infinite Space For In This Life The Path Is Everywhere To Embrace, It All Do Not Look Backwards Simple Momentum, To Be You, fully alive discerning choices are Truly Worth Living.   Especially Never Settle For Tepid Mediums The Safe Middle Ground   of Staid Comforts, a mere Convenience Masked in a Mire of steady Mediocrity.   Fire, glow embers lava passion, swirling sufi steam rises, hot Earth, red dirt, rich, grounded growing, fresh nourished souls, real Water, free flowing deep pools, frozen falls reach river rapids, wet  Air, mist cleanse and prises True Hearts, senses feel of my Daily Dreams  Be Vibrant Light...

Whisper Sweet Poem, A Gentle Warm Rain Consume Me.Wild, Come, Shine, again, Vibrant Light Exquisite.   Txx #luceatluxvestra   "A warrior woman’s heart is not here for you to conquer, play or own. That’s not how loving a fierce woman works. You don’t tame her and you don’t subdue her. She’s not a trophy or a conquest. She knows all the games and lines, so just don’t. If you’re looking for something to dabble in and occupy a little of your time, the heart of a warrior woman isn’t meant to be your playground, so move along. She’s wants someone who has done their work and is rooted in their truth.  She wants deep soul love or nothing at all."   ~Ara   #sacreddreams

The moment a victim speaks publicly after holding in a traumatic truth over time, for whatever reason, they risk entering an arena of societal judgement and questioning. Why have you been silent?   How did this situation serve you?   What kind of person are you? ... If you have somehow been managing to exist under the yoke of intimidation brought on by someone's attacking words, threats or abusive behavior, and one day step out into the light of admission, you are being a responsible person who can no longer hold the weight of another's wrong-doing so maliciously forced upon you. You were violated when you were vulnerable. You then had to negotiate the subsequent internal aftermath and carry on privately, having little outside support with a great deal of uncertainty and fear bottled up within. You had to survive. And so, empowerment's first step is to listen t o your own voice and allow your truth its rightful expression. (~by Su...

   "By lover, I don’t mean merely an intimate partner or a sexual dalliance. By lover, I mean a person who ravishes your entire being—mind, body, heart and soul. By lover, I mean the person who takes your breath away and breathes life into your dreams. By lover, I mean the person whose body fits yours like a glove and in whose eyes you see eternity. By lover, I mean the person who captures your attention and captivates your being. You see, it is easy to choose a physical lover—as the commercial reminds us, there’s an app for that. You can swipe your way to a booked social calendar and still live with an empty heart. Many view the quest for love as a numbers game the more exposures you have to potential partners, the better your chances. While I see the rationale behind that, I believe that is far too simple. To choose a lover like the one above is not a numbers game. It is birthed from a deep and raw place within the soul—a place where many of us rarely...

  "The Money" #shot   I began to notice that all of the people I respected and trusted were simultaneously care-free and deeply human at the same time. They were harmoniously connected to their core Being, first and foremost, They were present with them Self. In their presence I got the sense that their integrations, their spacious emptiness even, had not come about through some kind of willful repression, or through entering into a kind of altered state of drug altered reality or addictive bypassing or repetitive patterning, but rather, sometimes eye-openingly so, through a descent into their own raw, vulnerable humanity from a place of wisdom, patience, and deep compassion. For them Self. And without this grounded self knowledge, first, the dependent yogic path is ultimately a futile facade.

Random Person: "What have you been up to this weekend?" Me: Just being present with my embodied feelings, healing childhood wounds, freeing myself of ancestral trauma, shedding old paradigms, anchoring a new frequency, redesigning my DNA, mastering my soul lessons, becoming a clearer channel to the divine, making more conscious lifestyle choices, consuming less and being more grateful, cultivating spaciousness to hold for others, honoring the process, and playing in the sacred flow of creativity with writing, drawing, and dancing... How about you? Random Person: "...The Celtics made it to the next round of the NBA Playoffs... so that's cool..." Humberto Knows The dude shares stuff that matters. Resonates, above and below. Thank you HB #tribe #levelup #shifthappens #dothework #divedeep #lmfao #danceonesarseoff "For those who have suffered severe trauma, developing deeply intimate relationships isn't just difficult - it can be terrifying! ...

Portal gifts, As eye prizes magnetic beauty, we flood new life As torrent incandescent, uncertain silence seeps As atoms blanche seek heat of vastness, we come firm, home, fresh worlds, still, flow collide. We step up, messy, through, to black lit wholes. We gift, Our Self, an unknown birth in coming rains. We share as bows, bend, bask in colour vibrant We, create, simple, New Worlds, brave, of full delight, us all We, childlike, tender Come Flooding Home. Txx

Feral Seas @ Clean Waters     "child of quiet wars, of feral seas.   fuck me against these crumbled walls of madness. of where it all began.   i love you. please sit here quietly with me until the world runs out of light."   @seawomb  

  Be Raw In Real Love Unaffected in your penetrating intent If you love something, someone, any, it must Be with your full heart for tepid uncertainty is not love, but settling for a comfort and convenience of not being alone.   Any constructed manipulation is Not Full Open Heart Love,  Love posing as just meek lust, love hiding, an excuse in diguise, what a drag this resistence, this friction, of a lower not full flowing Love,   Lighweights who by pass the feelings New cagers, white lighters, The Always Uppers... The fakirs and fakers all needed weighty rungs  on the ladder to Moksha and Free Flowing Wholeness, Love as presence is palpable It is deeply rooted in core virtue   When love is real, it is expansive and inclusive as you are too, The Velveteen Rabbit Knows the sharp edges are gone, sensitive to life Not fragile Fully feeling from lived experience poss...