Saturday, May 16, 2009

Visions of Paradise

The Prophet speaks... and it is clear where we're headed.

Can you see this as clearly as I do? Where do you see yourself going? Know that you and you alone have the power to create whatever you wish to see.

Best EVER!

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Instant Karma



It is important to be thankful for all that occurs, whether we deem it good or bad. It is the Universe maintaining balance. Of course there are some deeds which we cannot immediately face having committed, but you will be faced with the karmic repercussion until you recognize how you alone created the situation surrounding those actions. Avoid blame, for it is important not to blame anyone including yourself.

Allow empowerment - it is your natural state.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Can You Handle Love?

I've heard the song "5 Years" by Björk on a loop in my head. Today I thought about the lyrics "I'm so bored, of cowards, that say that they want, then they can't handle." It's common to hear about love as something that we must handle. I've always thought of "handling" to mean that it is difficult. Today I realized that I'd like to think of love differently, as in, I'd like to think of it as something to "handle with care."

Love is precious, important and something we all want to experience. To create a visual of Love, let's think of it as a fragile object, like the ripe fruit of a tree. It requires attention and maintanence like watering while it is in bloom, but it also requires undisturbed time in direct sunlight. Pluck it from the tree too early, and the fruit does not develop fully and yield all of the nutrition it could. Hold the fruit too tightly, or transport it carelessly, and it is sure to bruise or break.

We often forget how precious love is and handle it as if it's a box of hammers rather than a delicate fruit. The delicate creation fades or ends abruptly which creates regret and longing, yet all the while we've maintained our entertainment systems, automobiles, jobs and wardrobes.

Is it so impossible to hold love as dear as the many other fleeting objects with which we are generally so careful?

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden...

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.


--from Khalil Gibran's The Prophet

Yes, I am "bored of cowards who say they want and then they can't handle," but I do realize that as much as it would be reasonable to blame others I must ask "am I the coward who can't handle?" Honestly, yes, I've been that coward. As Gibran says, with all of the abuse you perceive to be coming from love, it is "the secrets of your heart" which you come to know.


Last night I participated in a cleansing ceremony during which I drank medicinal tea, which gave way for the full light of consciousness to shine upon the insanity of the mind. Yogi tea tag today reads "When ego is lost, limit is lost." I am grateful for this small reminder of big last night.

One of the many resolutions I've come to as as results of last night: It is nothing more than the ego reciting the program of "I'm sad my beloved is gone."

The light of love continues to guide me just as it always has.

Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.


love