unending love

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

-Rabindranath Tagore

Translated by William Radice

gone

Although you have gone,
You still live in my memories.
Real enough to touch,
But as light and as fleeting as the wind.
Now that there is no You,
You have become a piece of Me.
You live in me now.
For better and for worse,
For joy and for pain.

last night

Last night I dreamt you came looking
for me.  I was in a safe and hidden place.
Protected.
I tried to make a little extra noise.
Unsure if I wanted to be hidden or found,
I secretly kept hoping you'd peak inside my room.
But you kept walking by
in search of God knows what.
And I awoke to realize
you were only a shadow
of another dream I once had.

currently

sometimes I wonder if it was all a dream.
but the photographs don't lie,
and the small stream of Arabic that flows
beneath the surface tell me otherwise.
where is the heart of me?

i am not a Muslim,
but when i Feel the Quran,
God grabs my soul
and leaves me breathless.
presence. fullness. peace?
alive, at least.
centered.

Hmdulillah.

woman

Woman.
Alive and Moving.
Growing and flourishing.
Pregnant with Life
and Love.
Awake and
Free.

worth

amy said,
"we care what people think of us, even as children we do."

yeah, i thought. we do.
we were built that way.
to have someone tell us who we are.

what if i lose that?
or rather, if i change
does my worth change?
i was never like this before, ya know.
splotches.
stains.
yuck.
i'm doing my best to let you wash me.
zeal and passion misplaced.
Time thrown away.

i'm ready for you to come and find me.
i'll be right here waiting.
to be found.

love lives.

love lives, ya know?
have you ever just felt it?
the love that is Alive in you?
it has a beat.
it courses through your veins.
it is Life Blood.
it swells in you.
it takes you captive,
and all you can do is give it.
it's the kind of love that is Real.
and you know your life is nothing
but the Love that beats in side of you.
because it has become your Life.
it makes you know that receiver of this Love
is the One you were born to be with.
you were created to collide with them.
it's glorious. and feels electrifying.
you can wrap yourself in this Love like a blanket.
it keeps you safe and warm.
it gives you Life.
and if Everything left tomorrow,
it would stay. because it's permanent.
nothing can break it.
in it, you lose yourSelf, but find the You.
there is a love that lives.
ya know?...

Hopi thoughts

Hopi Elder Speaks

"You have been telling the people that this is the 11th Hour,
Now you must go back and tell the people that this is the Hour.
And there are things to be considered:
Where are you living?
What are you doing?
What are your relationships?
Are you in right relation?
Where is your water?
Know your garden.
It is time to speak your truth.
Create your community.
Be good to each other.
And do not look outside yourself for the leader."

Then he clasped his hands together, smiled, and said, "This could be a very good time! There is a river now very fast. It is so great and swift that there are those that will be afraid. They will try to hold on to the shore. They will feel they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly."

"Know the river has its destination. The elders say we must let go of the shore, push off into the middle of the river, keep our eyes open, and our heads above the water." "And I say, see who is in there with you and celebrate. At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. Least of all, ourselves. For the moment we do, our spiritual growth and journey comes to a halt."

"The time of the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves."

"Banish the word struggle from your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration."

"We are the ones we have been waiting for."

Oraibe, Arizona
Hopi Nation

a song

If I could gift to you a song to tell you where I've been,
I would.
With nothing but rhythm to tell you the story,
And creation's tempo to keep the time.
I'd ask you to close your eyes and touch the wordless lyrics
As the symphony infiltrates your spirit allowing you to see.
With the swinging sounds I'd take you to see the mountain tops and the valleys.
From the beats you'd understand how these memories have been weaved into my soul.
The melody would lift you up and carry you as it carries me onward in my journey.
If you took the time to listen carefully,
The harmony would reveal the elements of my essence.
The moment's movement would melt away the walls I've built and the fears I hold,
So that you could reach down and touch the rhythm of my pulsing of my heart
If that was what you desired to do.
My nakedness would linger until the music ended.
Then when it was finished,
I would thank you for listening.

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To be Alive
is to be Awake and to Know.
To Live
is to Fly and to See.
To dance to Life,
you must first feel the rhythm.