Monthly Archives: November 2011

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Footsteps in my Heart

Northern Lights

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I hear the sound as I lay sleeping.

I wonder what is the source

Of these wonderful sounds.

What secrets are they keeping

I listen to the wind

in my half dreaming state.

It is the sacred song

For that I will awake.

Then the dream state takes me

Through a corridor

It is filled with a warming  divine

unconditional love.

Oh, I want to hear it more.

Then the light comes peeping in.

It fills my heart, Soul and being.

What I wonder what is the sight

That I am seeing

It is my lifetime up to now.

I look from a different point of view

There is something there….I never knew.

A gentleness, a purpose, a loving vibrant sound.

It is the sound of the footsteps of the Creator,

The Master, the beloved of all….

Gently beckoning me guiding me

to a giant meeting place

A marble pedestal stands in this majestic hall

The grace and love of the holy words resound

And echo as footsteps in my heart. 

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One by guest author Taha Soltany


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There is a deep part of you that has been hidden from you for a long time 
A part that loves and accepts you the way you are
Sometimes you hear his voice in the melody of your favorite song
Sometimes you feel him in the touch of a loved one
Or see him in the eyes of a child
He doesn’t judge or condemn you for your actions
His message is not of separateness or duality
If you ever have the chance to talk to him in a direct way you will see
His love has always been guiding you throughout your life
All he ever wants is to bring you back to your own beauty and wholeness
To your ultimate grace, love and creativity
He is there for you when you cry, dance, shout, burp or even fart
He has been through all you are experiencing
And will always be with you

We have called him many names :
God, Inner master, Mahanta, collective unconscious and he even has been hidden in all kinds of archetypes:
Mother Earth, Father Sky/Sun, Grand mother moon, wise old man/woman, christ, buddha, angels, messengers, teachers, spirit animals and so on.

Now it is the time for us to go back to this part of ourselves and bring back the love and guidance for each other
Now it is time for us to coma back to the source

I send my love and blessing to all of you, my brothers and sisters on earth
And all the sky brothers and sisters

May the blessings be

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Round Guest author Taha Soltany

Fibonacci Spiral

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  • All is round, 
    Round enough to get lost 
    Round enough to lose 
    and be found

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    All is sane 
    Sane enough to see 
    Sane enough to be
    Insane 
    All is one 
    One is round 
    Meet me in the dream hall 
    Underground

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The eyes of my Father

Where did you get those eyes?

They have followed me

life time after lifetime.

I see them, then, look

to stare into the mystery.

They are gone.

Next lifetime, they have stars glowing

 I am knowing I know you

I know you….

But that lifetime I am born mute.

This lifetime  you were  married to my Mother.

Oh, when will I see them smile?

When will your eyes  be happy and  full of the joy just for a while?

I know  what is hiding behind them.

Beloved traveler,  I trust you are at peace

in your resting place.

Perhaps you will come in a dream:

 to tell me you  are finally home.

to tell me you have found the holy grail

you longed for so many lifetimes ago.

Oh beloved, departed Father….

I really truly want to know. 

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Guest author -Jafar Mazaheri – Dont`shut love out

Don’t shut love out of your life by saying it’s impossible to find.
The quickest way to receive love is to give love;
the fastest way to lose love is to hold it too tightly;
and the best way to keep love is to give it wings.

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Total chaos

Now where did that come from

Love tippy toed up….snuck up 

Whispered in my ear.

Then knocked me flat.

I thought I knew the game.

I thought I knew the score.

In the moment

I saw you smile

I did not know my name 

anymore

Now where did that come from

And, duh, where the dickens is it going

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Guest author Taha Soltany – The Tree of Life

Mary Helen Ferris, I give you the permission to put this writing on your blog.

The Tree of Life

The tree of life was always there, standing tall.

She appeared old to outsiders only she wasn’t.

She renewed her self each moment.

Branches went sky high into the clouds,

sun greeted her every morning with a smile.

She smiled back yet she was silent

all the way through, contemplating in love. 
So many branches

no one ever could count them,

Unknown probabilities manifested

into her skin and flesh.

Infinite love rested in her heart. 
Grounded, she flied little by little through the branches

and the birds eating the seeds. 
They used to say her roots go deeper than time

itself but no one knows that for sure.

She was so seducing no one ever cared

more than to rest in her shadow. 
So tempting people crossed the land of shadows

and reflections just to find her lying there the whole time. 
There are stories that say when you find the tree

you realize you were part of it the whole time.

Yet who cares? 
All anyone would want is to just rest in her shadow.


The tree of life was always there, standing tall. she appeared old to outsidersonly she wasn’t. she renewed her self each moment. branches went sky high into the clouds, sun greeted her every morning with a smile. she smiled back yet she was silent all the way through, contemplating in love.
So many branches no one ever could count them, Unknown probabilities manifested into her skin and flesh. Infinite love rested in her heart.
Grounded, she flied little by little through the branches and the birds eating the seeds.
They used to say her roots go deeper than time itself but no one knows that for sure. she was so seducing no one ever cared more than to rest in her shadow.
So tempting people crossed the land of shadows and reflections just to find her lying there the whole time.
There are stories that say when you find the tree you realize you were part of it the whole time. Yet who cares?
All anyone would want is to just rest in her shadow.
Blog owners note:   This young student of English is expressing himself.   Kindly do not comment on the English.  Only share your emotions of the writing…..Thank you. 
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Song at sunset – song at sunrise Friends sing across the world

Sunset

Sunrise

I sing my song

with you in  view.

I sing my song

to be renewed.

I sing the HU.

HU-a love song to God

I sing with you

our love song

to God

all day long.

I sing

my love song

to you

in our laughter.

I sing

my love song 

to you

in the hereafter.

I sing

my love song

with you

in the setting

of the sun.

I sing

my love song

with you

for you.

My new day

 has begun. 

I sing my song.

Red sky at night, sailor's/shepherd's delight.


I sing my song.

I sing my song 

As you go

to the dream Master.

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HU in a seed

HU

 is a spiritual word I use in my life

to express love to God.

(to find out more for yourself see eckankar.org)

It is my chosen path. 

Anyone has the opportunity to sing that word.

Share  that  love with others.

You do not need to change your religion to sing that word.

It is simply a love song to God.

 It works for me when I focus on it and actually use it in my life.

I also have acupuncture sessions.

The therapist leaves wee seeds at pressure

points for me to press periodically

throughout the day for as long as the seeds

 stay in place with a tiny adhesive

Today I compared the two.

If I do not sing the HU and follow the teachings of my chosen path

…..nothing happens to help me grow.

The same with the seed placed by the therapist.

  If I do not press them to stimulate the areas

 that need to grow and heal   nothing happens.

This wee sharing with you is a gift of love for today.

It does not rhyme.

It is informative for me.

I trust that whatever your chosen path

or discipline you follow to allow

 love in your life

 is used and appreciated.

Thank you for sharing this moment with me.

I see love in this moment in the HU in a seed.

 HU-a love song to God

I think I will be more mindful

of using and embracing these two things in my day.

Thank you for taking the time to read this wee offering.