Planet EARTH - MJ

Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood
Your misty clouds, your electric storm

Were turbulent tempests in my own form
I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste

In your beauty I've known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now.

Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn't true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

Planet Earth, gentle and blue
With all my heart, I love you."

 


 

in praise of imperfection

in praise of imperfection
let your spirit soar, spiral, and skip
Life is a grand and sacred adventure
Dive, leap forth, take risks...
go ahead 
fall flat on your toosh
A LOT!!!

It is time!
NOW

NO more doubt
NO more fear and self denial
NO more wasted time
worrying 

sitting on the side-lines 
wishing 
you were playing

a secret revealed
we ALL tumble
sometimes
and getting muddy can be fun
learn to somersault and rise up
blossom, 
like the wildflower you are

Take this moment, 
this opportunity
NOW

transform you life into 
one that is dynamic 
sparkling
gutsy
fully ALIVE!

There is beauty in
asymmetry,
We are all a little goofy, 
un-even, vikroti

aloha, e komo mai 
all are welcome

take your regal seat in the galactic family
have fun girlfriend, have fun

Go on girl get over your own self sabotage!
The world is waiting for you.

 

 

The Invitation

I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have been touched the center of your own sorrow. If you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without continuing to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest if the story you are telling is true. I want o know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself: if you can bear the accusations of betrayal and not betray your own soul: if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

i want to know if you can see beauty, even when it is not pretty, everyday, and if you can source your own life from it's presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the sliver of the full moon, "YES!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

it doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here, I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what of with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside, when all else fails.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

- Oriah Mountain Dreamer.



 

A Wild, Holy Band by Hafiz

Your breath is a sacred clock, my dear -
Why not use it keep time with God's name?

And if your feet are ever mobile
Upon this ancient drum, the earth,
O do not let your precious moments 
Come to naught.

let your steps dance silently
To the rhythm of the Beloved's Name!

My fingers and my hands
Never move through empty space,
For there are
Invisible golden lute strings all around,
Sending Resplendent Chords
Throughout the Universe.

I hear the voice
Of every creature and every plant,
Every wold and sun and galaxy -
Singing the Beloved's Name!

I have awakened to find violin and cello,
Flute, harp, and trumpet,
Cymbal, bell, and drum - 
All within me!
From head to toe, every part of my body
Is chanting and clapping!

Hafiz,
The Beloved has made you 
Such a luminous Man!

For with constant remembrance of God,
One's whole body will become
A wonderful and Wild
Holy Band!
 

your book of prayers

When they ask to see your gods
your book of prayers
show them lines
drawn delicately with veins
on the underside of a bird's wing
tell them you believe
in giant sycamores mottled
and stark against a winter sky
and in nights so frozen
stars crack open spilling
streams of molten ice to earth
and tell them how you drink
a holy wine of honeysuckle
on a warm spring day
and of the softness
of your mother who never taught you
death was life's reward
but who believed in the earth
and the  sun
and a million, million light years
of being

-JL Stanley

The Dance

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is a dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many occasions when I am dancing, I have felt touched by some...things sacred.
In these moments,  I felt my spirit become one with everything that exists.
I become the stars and the moon.
I become the lover and beloved,
I become the victor and the vanquished.
I become the singer and the song, 
I become the knower and the known.
I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation.
The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy.
I keep on dancing - until there is only - the dance. 

Michael Jackson

Confluence

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Let's meet 
at the confluence
where you flow into me
and one breath
swirls between our lungs

for one instant
to dwell in the pretense of the galaxies
for one instant
to live in the heart 
the poet says this entire traveling cosmos is
the poet says this entire traveling cosmos is 
'the secret' ONE slowly growing a body'

two eagles are mating
clasping each ether's claws
and turning cartwheels in the sky
grasses and blooming
grandfathers dying,
consciousness blinking on and off
all of this happening at once
all of this, vibrating into existence
out of nothingness

every particle 
foaming into existence
transmuting the ineffable

arising and passing away
arising and passing away
23 trillion times per second 
when Buddha saw that
he smiled

16 million tons of rain are falling every second
on the planet
an ocean
perpetually falling
and every drop
is your body
every motion, every feather, every thought
is your body
time
is your body
and the infinite
curled inside like
invisible rainbows folded into light
 

an unlived life

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
Of falling or catching fire
I choose to inhabit my days

To allow my living to open me
To make me less afraid
More accessible
To loosen my heart
Until it becomes a wing,
A torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance

To Live
So that which came to me as a seed
Goes to the next as blossom
And that which came
To me as blossom
Goes on as fruit

~Dawna Markova

LOVE

When I speak of love
I am not speaking of some sentimental and weak response.
I am speaking of that force,
which all great religions have seen as the great unifying principle of life.

Love, is somehow the key that unlocks the door which leads to ultimate reality.

- Martin Luther King Jr.

 

Nelson Mandela Speech

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented,and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God, your playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't.
We are born to manifest the Glory of God that is within us.
it is  not just in some of us: it's in everyone. 
As we let our light shine, we are consciously give others people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

- Nelson Mandela

The Journey

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One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

- Mary Oliver

when did you stop?

In many shamanic societies if you came to a shaman or medicine person complaining of being dis-heartened or depressed, they would ask you one of four questions:

When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?

Where we have stopped dancing, singing, being enchanted by stories, or finding comfort in silence is where we have experienced a loss of soul. Dancing, singing, storytelling, and silence are the four Universal healing salved.

- Gabrielle Roth

A Suspended Blue Ocean











The sky
Is a suspended blue ocean.
The stars are the fish
That swim.

The planets are the white whales
I sometimes hitch a ride on,

And the sun and all light
Have forever fused themselves

Into my heart and upon
My skin.

There is only one rule
On this Wild Playground,

For every sign Hafiz has ever seen
Reads the same.

They all say,

"Have fun, my dear; my dear, have fun,
In the Beloved's Divine 
Game,

O, in the Beloved's
Wonderful Game."

~Hafiz