where is this dancer?
... when I look for it it is nowhere to be found
when I look without seeking
it is everywhere
Friday, September 26, 2008
Dancing
where is this dancer?
... when I look for it it is nowhere to be found
when I look without seeking
it is everywhere
Monday, September 22, 2008
GURU LIFE
I call life GURU LIFE
because I'm finding Life to be the most amazing sacred teacher of all
- the perfect teacher -
all other teachers a mere shadow in comparison
I cannot begin to express...
I hear of those who have gurus
and their great love for these beings
- and know these gurus must either be direct channels of Guru Life
one and the same
or else paled
by their obstructions to this great guru
freelly available to all
I know the love of a disciple of a guru
I sing the same songs,
cry the same tears and dance the same ecstasy
how fortunate!
emaho
there is nothing Guru Life hands me
which is not sacred
my only desire
is to become one
with this great teacher of oneness
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Why?
…. I'm having a sense that the question is more sacred than any answer
simply by what is being experienced
- that its the movement which takes place in the mind
an 'answer' placates movement/creativity
leads to something stagnant -
in a sense is the death of some journey (the question)
seems it's the 'I' (ego) who wants and creates answers
while being is the movement
which gives rise to these eternal questions
- or looking at it another way
a question can be seen as
a birth process suspended in time
- the unfolding creative process
and the answer is that final full stop
- the end of the telling of a tale
or dab of the brush when the painting's all done
mmm meandering, spinning a thoughtful thread…
Friday, September 19, 2008
Why is there beauty?
Someone asked me this question today:
"why is there beauty?"
Interesting question, I thought.
This was my response:
I just asked my daughter how she'd answer your question
and her reply was:
"beauty is food for the soul"
and I responded:
"does this mean so called 'ugliness' is not?"
and she said:
"ugliness is food for thought"
I enjoyed the playfulness of her response
I personally do not think there's anything such as beauty
- rather it's a perception which we create or do not create.
Right now the chat is unfolding with my daughter (she's in London and I'm in South Africa) and she's just said something rather nice:
"anyway, that's why we need beauty, for its positive energy. Coz it's love in another form"
I like that ;)
What do you think?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Shadows & reflections and Before thought
1.
Shadows and reflections
Shadows and reflections have been inspiring me so!
I have been photographing them and contemplating painting too.
The other day while teaching an art class I noticed
a reflection cast by light through the window
reflecting on the floor tiles
I was enraptured.
The 'picture' was so powerful and entrancing
I glanced from the window which cast this image
back to the light reflecting
and back...
mesmerised!
in that moment I found they were the same
I posted photographs of shadows and reflections in a facebook album
I was delighted to see the responses of others
- they too were entranced
a dialogue started between myself and a friend
I tried to put in in a nutshell:
'...lately I'm looking at shadows and am not sure which is more 'the object' -
this is really abstract (love this word - it lets me off the hook of trying to explain!)
but I'm seeing the world and life as reflections or shadows
....Plato spoke of this:
""The Allegory of the Cave" symbolizes this trek and how it would look to those still in a lower realm. Plato is saying that humans are all prisoners and that the tangible world is our cave. The things which we perceive as real are actually just shadows on a wall."
2
Before Thought
Life is short and as long as we travel towards enlightenment we shall mourn this.
When we become enlightened we shall no longer be rocked by these journeys.
Life is so short
bearing this in mind – we need to use each jeweled possible second
because we do not know when it’s going to end.
We must love others in each second
because we do not know when their moment of passing will arrive.
I read something beautiful the other day about ‘before thought’ - and it has grabbed me!
'Before thought' is a place in the mind which is so sacred and liberating.
A simple shift of focus.
It is thought which creates all this pain, sorrow and passing joy.
There is peace, love and eternity in before thought
Monday, September 15, 2008
Calling on all women (Johanna's Blog)
This is the Hawk, that greeted the 1,000 Hummingbird All Nations Rebirthing Ceremony planners, Johanna and Corrina, when they went to the ancient village site, to meet with our native sisters. This ancient one made sure we understood it was by permission and authorization of the ancient hearts of that place, that we were invited to participate....
This new to our era process of joining native women with all nations of women, for the purpose of calling in our own rebirthing as a powerful force of wholeness and loving unity, has been dreamed of by many, and accomplished only in our hearts until this day.
The women of this circle...13 healers called together by fate, and representing multiple nations of mostly indigenous or native ancestral ceremony practitioners, are now preparing our most amazing meal ever: a ceremony to launch healing for women and children WORLD WIDE...like the stone in a pool on a full moon night...the sparkling ripples have already begun to call us forth.
From the most powerful showing of healing fire, within the depths of our lodges...we have been tasting the reality of profound spontaneous healings. WE have RE-MEMBERED ourselves as HOLY and are PREPARING to begin this most sacred march of WOMEN into our lives as empowered healers of world culture.
These words may sound lofty, yet we have been shown by the ancestors, when the dark is darkest...this, is when the light of LOVE shines most brightly...
In service of this understanding, we seek to host the light of loving and healing, by hosting for the women of our nation, and world...the seed ceremony for the One Thousand Hummingbird All Nations Womens Rebirthing Ceremony to be held for four years running, (2009-2012) as a preparation for networks that will connect women around the globe to other women of healing sources and resources.
Om Nama SHivaya
Oh Mitakuay Oyasin
Oh Mateo
Praise be to the consciousness of LOVE!
Gra-anna's visit
wearing a long flowing dress.
Her hair was long too.
She felt very beautiful and in a good space.
In the dream Gra-anna was going to a further realm
and wanted a blessing from me
She was carrying an ancient book
which she referred to
She’d chosen this day for departure based on the book which guided her to selecting this as the most auspicious day.
Time was running out and she had to go soon
moving to further realms
I said to her that if I could keep her I would
– but it wouldn’t be the right thing to do
I told her my wishes for her are wisdom, creativity and compassion
And that my personnel wish is that she carry my nurturing maternal love
with her to the furthermost reaches of the infinite universe
to draw from when she needs to
I woke feeling acceptance and also sadness
Gra-anna my beloved daughter
journeyed on this earth
1979-2004
She still is on a journey
We all are
Monday, September 8, 2008
Please, never forget
Take a listen to this special song dedicated to Burma
by David Rudder
http://www.burmadavidrudder.com/index.html
Gifted to us by our precious award winning journalistic blogger, Metta
Metta requests us not to forget Burma
sharing...
Mettacara's Covocation
you are welcome to share an expanded version of this blog here
Saturday, September 6, 2008
thinking versus experiencing
Shadow and reflection
Are no different from object
It’s all here
it's thinking about it
that diminishes the experience
Friday, September 5, 2008
My True Name
Please Call Me By My True Name
Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say I depart tomorrow,
for even today I still arrive.
Look deeply: I arrive in every moment,
to be a bud on a branch,
to be a tiny bird with wings still fragile,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the hearth of a flower,
to be jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive in order to laugh and to cry
in order to fear and to hope.
the rhythm of my heart is the birth and
death of all that are alive.
I am the may fly metamorphosing
on the surface of a river,
and I am the bird, which when spring comes,
arrives in time to eat the mayfly.
I am the frog, swimming happily
in the clear waters of my pond,
and I am the grass-snake who,
approaching in silence,
feeds itself on the frog.
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones,
my legs as thin as bamboo sticks,
and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly
weapons to Uganda.
I am the 12 year old girl, refugee on a small boat,
who throws herself into the ocean
after being raped by a sea pirate,
and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable
of seeing and and loving.
I am a member of the politburo
with plenty of power in my hands,
and I am the man who has to pay his
“debt of blood” to my people,
dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
My joy is like spring so warm it makes
flowers bloom in all walks of life.
My pain like a river of tears, so full it
fills up the four oceans.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can hear all my cries and my laughs at once,
So that I can see that my joy and my pain are one.
Please call me by my true names,
so I can wake up,
that so the doors of my heart can be left open,
the doors of compassion.
Monday, September 1, 2008
To my love
Come beloved
Let’s play again
The meadow dances
yesterday’s laughter!
Come beloved
Let’s play again
Hide and seek
Cat and mouse
Till we find
Ourselves again
Oh this is a death game!
I am so consumed by love
And you
Laughingly stoke the flames
Paying no heed to the funeral bells!
Now its ash ash ash
Ashes all about
I am gone!
The love furnace is all ablaze!
Love burns away all that is not itself
Surrender to love...
Love consumes...
all ability to see anything as outside of self
all fear, animosity...
...reduced to ash...
...fluttering away
in the sweet perfumed breeze
I am another you
...everything the eye sees is itself...
there is nothing known to self
that is not self
love flows to love
there is nothing known to self
that is not self
love flows to love
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