I imagine tracing your footsteps in "our" garden..
and I am reminded of this poem, by Arthur Rimbaud:
On the blue summer evenings, I shall go down the paths
Getting pricked by the corn, and crushing the grass
In a dream, I shall feel its coolness on my feet
And I shall let the wind bathe my bare head
I shall not speak, I shall think of nothing:
But endless love will mount in my soul
And I shall travel far, very far like a gypsy
Through the countryside, and I shall be as happy as if I am with you.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
*singing along with Sarah*
Every moment marked with apparations of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving, trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you, I do what I have to do
I know I can't be near you, I do what I have to do...
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your smile, your eyes, and the light shining out of your heart. I feel the light shine in me, and my reaction frightens me a little
WHAT. was . that.
I felt my chakras align in one straight and perfect line.
I felt the vibrations from deep within, a yearning, a wanting, an aching, a desire raising an unquenchable fire from my root to my heart:
Who are you? What are you?
....you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
(Who are you?)
Are you an angel, am I already that gone?
I only hope that I don't disappoint you
When I'm down here on my knees...
(Who are you?)
And sweet surrender is all I have to give.
Every moment marked with apparations of your soul
I'm ever swiftly moving, trying to escape this desire
The yearning to be near you, I do what I have to do
I know I can't be near you, I do what I have to do...
----------------------------------------
your smile, your eyes, and the light shining out of your heart. I feel the light shine in me, and my reaction frightens me a little
WHAT. was . that.
I felt my chakras align in one straight and perfect line.
I felt the vibrations from deep within, a yearning, a wanting, an aching, a desire raising an unquenchable fire from my root to my heart:
Who are you? What are you?
....you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
(Who are you?)
Are you an angel, am I already that gone?
I only hope that I don't disappoint you
When I'm down here on my knees...
(Who are you?)
And sweet surrender is all I have to give.
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Your Smile Fills a Room..
I knew you before I met you.. I waited to meet you..knowing you when I did, when I first saw you smile.. your whole face lit up and radiated genuine love
when it happenned..I recognized you then..
It seemed unreal, it was a dream, it was a nightmare
I thought of 2012, Ascension, Edgar Cayce prophecies, magick, divine love, Mayan Prophecies, Irish Faery Magick, Crowley and the "Un-doing"...when cradled in the Ocean, looking up at the stars, I was needing to flee the gutter.. but the time was not right..
Your love is not the kind which manipulates to get its own way, it is a love which moves together in sync for expansion, for the betterment of mankind, to heal the Earth
At the time, I wasn't ready for you, spiritually, emotionally or physically
when it happenned..I recognized you then..
It seemed unreal, it was a dream, it was a nightmare
I thought of 2012, Ascension, Edgar Cayce prophecies, magick, divine love, Mayan Prophecies, Irish Faery Magick, Crowley and the "Un-doing"...when cradled in the Ocean, looking up at the stars, I was needing to flee the gutter.. but the time was not right..
Your love is not the kind which manipulates to get its own way, it is a love which moves together in sync for expansion, for the betterment of mankind, to heal the Earth
At the time, I wasn't ready for you, spiritually, emotionally or physically
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