Wednesday, August 13

It All Revolves Around You

Endless revolutions, and here we are again.
My timeless face of love, it's time to write you again.

We are where, stars ignite, and fire rains upon cold hearts.
We are evanescent fixtures of light shining into sunless minds.
We are that formless Love dancing as this You and I.

Let me still to tell you of all the ways I'm loving you.
I love you through the air around your skin,
the air tracing the outlines of your being,
as I am always all that you're breathing in.

Breathe me in, my love.

And still I love and embrace you more,
through the space you're standing in.
For you are never standing in a place that I am not.

Where your feet land, I am.
Where your head rests, I am.
Where you whisper your dreams, I am.

Feel me in, my love.

There is no heaven or earth,
no sky or ground,
that stands between us.
There is no form or space
that stands to separate us.

Never for a moment think or believe that you are, where i am not.

We are not two, and we have never been.

We are an unbroken unity feeling and living the eternal loving.

And I'm eternally yours, as i have always been. so be free in mind and in tongue, and live the reality of this Love.

Your Love, it's never not been Me.

Eternally Yours,
Miss August 13, 2008

Monday, August 11

Catch a feeling, Catch your fallin' Star

I can feel you now
deep inside my heart
I can hear your sounds
in the inner gallery of my mind
I can feel your breath
in the air around my face
I'm in love,
in this loving from Grace.

(scienceduck's photostream (flickr) of the Perseids meteor shower)

According to wiki: The Perseids will next be active from July 17 to August 24, 2008,[1] with their peak around 0500 UTC on August 12, 2008.[2]

looking out my window...

and seeing this was definitely worth the laughs in the office!

Sunday, August 10

Waking to Live

I'm seeing myself next to you
i'm feeling like the luckiest girl
in this whole damn world
i'm counting the scenes
as each one that passes
is a vision of you in my palms
and as I rise to open my eyes
what a breath-taking sight

i'm waking to dream about you
and i'm so damn high
how have I lived without you?
Oh but I can't mind it at all
i'm waking to live it with you
'cause i've arrived
oh yes, i've arrived

I rest myself in your richness
your love, your words, your care
you are everywhere, out here
and I wake up to your fullness
I rub my eyes and sigh
'cause now it's all so clear
oh love
it is so clear I'm Home
so as I wake here in our dream
I pray that we'll keep
sailing down this stream
'cause we're waking to see
our dream coming real
and oh how it feels...
oh my how it feels...

Saturday, August 9

What is your Self Offering?

(Oil Painting: "The Offering" by Rassouli)

You do not know what lives in you,
if in one moment you cry for love,
and in the next spill vile upon your neighbors heart.
You do not know what sustains you,
if in one moment you pray to Heaven,
and in the next fill yourself up with unsightly creatures.
Why are you lazy with your mental home?
Why do you not begin your cleaning there?
The praise from your lips is meaningless,
when your heart knows nothing of forgiveness.
The love you offer is empty,
when you only offer it so selectively.
You do not know that which breathes you,
when in one moment you pray for love,
only to deny giving it to another in your next breath.
You cannot receive,
that which you do not give.
For this is the law.
Oh creature of life,
turn inward with every breath
and come to know your Self.
This is the Self of all.
This is the Self in All.

Friday, August 8

oh this Love


this life to me is an evolving glimpse into my Self. an insight comes, and a piece of myself falls into place, and in that moment i've shifted to see yet another layer of the expansive beauty in which we exist.

i find myself marveling at life thinking and feeling like i'm at its highest summit, of feeling so over-loved and so over-joyed, only to be drawn up further into a feeling that i can't encapsulate into words. i breathe deep and my chest feels like it's going to burst open.

it's as if Love is sucking you in deeper and deeper into itself, ever immersing you in its blissful embrace. i'm in constant awe of what i call the Heart of Life...the depth, the never-ending stream of Wellness that overflows over me. if there is an elixir of life, it is only this unfathomable Love, this never-ending stream of Self discovery and Self revelation.

so i spend my moments immersed in this wordless space.
this, which is my substance for all things joyful.
this, which is my platform of fulfillment.
this, which is my source and resource, my whole environment.

to be loved by this faceless Love is every being's reality. to release yourself into it, this is the highest destiny.

Thursday, August 7

one song at a time...

i looked in the mirror today
and wondered of what we might say
i tried to find the words
but my thoughts flew away like birds
and left me standing empty back here
it's probably why i'm writing this now
trying to let out what my mind will allow
rewriting my vision
releasing stagnation
letting the lines assemble themselves
but then i wonder
but then i wonder
about the storytelling we've been doing
and oh
i just want to know
how can we tell them
of the way it unfolds
of all that's untold
when we can't seem to define it at all?
and though the moral of the story
is of how Love is so elementary
how will we show it
to the blind?
i hear you saying...
one song at a time...

Wednesday, August 6

My Timeless Eye

Feeling more than I have ever before,
I know that this must be The Love
Its light shines bright into the core of this soul
And now I am made to see clearer
As it melts the crystals of my coldest winter
I leave my doors wide open
I’ve invited him in
He is the Sun
The center of a heart undone

He’s a Timeless eye
An inviting smile
And he’s taken residence of my mind
He’s that silent witness
The cure to madness
An unmatched brightness
That soothed my sadness
Bowing to none
He is a child of the Sun

Strange how such beautiful scenes
Can scorch the breath that can’t be seen
You grow accustomed to the burns
Knowing He is the remedy for which your heart yearns
And while I remain locked in this gaze
Making my way through this timeless maze
My words will not keep your mind for long
So I'll leave you listening to His silent love song

Brightly lit over the skyline
Centered in His way
The unseen power of this Great One Lover
Is the light of my day
And though I tried to keep Him at bay
He is a Life Line
A living Grace of this timeless design

He is the love that puts me to rest
And as the ears of my silent nights attest
I pray all ways
for His light of day
He is my Sun
The subject of a love, before time had begun

true forgiveness

the truest face of forgiveness, as I see it, is in the total release of the mental projections appearing to us as the other people or situations we're unhappy with for whatever reason, as well as the release of the mental constructions appearing to be hurt, dismayed, frustrated (etc.) and so on.

It isn't that you need to bring up the image of the person and say “I forgive you” or “I love you” or “I forgive myself” because this is still just interacting with your private mental constructions of a “me” and an “other.”

But rather the recognition that must arise for true release, to feel the energy of true "forgiveness", is that the person or situation being resented (etc.) as well as the sense of self holding the resentment (etc.) are total constructions of the mind. All of this “i can't believe s/he did that to me” exists solely in thought form, and it's appearing so far in front of you.

The moment attention recedes or pulls back from the stirring of such thoughts, the whole story dissolves. There is no one to hold a grievance toward and there is no one to have felt wronged.


All such notions are constructed and projected out by the appearing thought forms. It's never anything else. It's always JUST a thought form being paid attention to.


So the play of resentment and forgiveness...this too is a play of thoughts in the mind.

Lucky mind.

:::peace & release

Monday, August 4

Easy Breezy Potato Medley



5-6 Medium Potatoes cooked and cubed
1 Jalapeño Pepper
1 Small Red Onion
1 Tablespoon Olive Oil
1 Teaspoon Salt

Peel and boil your potatoes (20-30min), then cube them once cooled. Dice your jalapeño pepper and red onion.

In a medium sized bowl combine your potatoes, jalapeno, and red onion. Drizzle olive oil and sprinkle salt and mix well.

Chill and serve.



* you can add your favorite fresh herb (ie oregano or basil) to this dish for some aromatic flavor.

Saturday, August 2

One with God

I met a gent yesterday afternoon whose name means “one with God.” he lives in the neighborhood and has so for quite some time. But what are the chances that we'd meet right on the day that I request I not only know but live the meaning of “I and my father are One”? And it happened to be his birthday, on the day of the new moon, the day of new beginnings as he informed me while we parted ways.

God speaks often swiftly through all lips, and yet seldom is it heard.
God walks with all feet, and yet seldom is it seen in this way.

while at the neighborhood park with our dogs, he told me, in observance of the wooden beads around my wrist, that sandlewood is burnt by shamans to ward off bad energy. And while we sat on the grass we conversed about the minds of our parents and the change in the outlook of the newer generations.

it made me wonder if our parents once sat around and talked about the outlook of their parents.

Over the years i've had the fortune of exploring other traditions and schools of profound ideas. I came to find they all said the same thing and ceased identifying with any singular outlook.

For as I discovered, they all say some version of “I and my father are One.”

God writes through all fingertips, and yet seldom is it read or understood in this way.

ah well. it's a game well played.

Friday, August 1

my early morning love-session

as i strolled down roseview to catch my bus to work, i marvelled over the two squirrels who were chasing one another in a choreographed manner. run. run. run. and freeze. both of them would stop like two perfectly crafted statuettes. i thought "gosh i'd love to capture that dance on my camera" but before i could whip out my gadget, they were already making their way up the tree on the other side of the street. i wondered if they were siblings or lovers. were they going to fight or make-out in the tree?

do squirrels kiss with an open-mouth?

i'll never know what they were going to be up to.

and then i made a new friend.

we'd never met until today. before this morning i didn't even know there was a pretty orange kitty in the vicinity. but this morning, mister marmalade decided we were going to be best friends. i heard his meow through my ipod's meditative track. OM. and when i turned to see who was singing through my music, there he was. orange and wide-eyed and looking right at me. i stopped. he came right up to my leg and started rubbing up. sweet! a morning love-fest with a brand new bestfriend! i bent down to pet it. "wow another kitty whose coat isn't soft" i thought. i'm so used to my pups soft shaggy-ness that when i touch another love-creature i expect my fingertips to be met with that soft smooth texture i'm so used to.

but as he purred to my touch i lost my thoughts in its gynormo cuteness factor. gosh, what a beauty. i thought we were done, and up i came back to my standing position ready to forge ahead with my day. i started walking away and turned around once again to see the kitty trotting after me. we're in love. "a photo-op" i thought! so i stopped to open my napsack . kitty made my leg its post once again. and right when i got my camera out, he decided to try and climb me. a passer-by giggled at the scene. i got my picture, said goodbye and left the scene of my early morning love-session once again feeling over-loved by this grand design.


meet mister marmalade!

life gifts me with an everyday miracle that i can't always capture with a camera. today it was a cat for a bestfriend and a free dance show all before i've even had my morning pretend-coffee.

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