And the kiss of understanding
spirit meets spirit
lips approach looking for no body
finding, though they have lost their way
nothing is lacking

the no one sought after
was never there

discovery instead
a mirror in the air
in it a future
a past like nighttime
a present like stars

burning white
everywhere
that we might see

The White Rhino revolted, and bucked off the bikes...


She doesn't want to go North,

THIS isn't it, neither is THAT,

Not the pretty beach over there,

Nor the one up ahead.


I can hear your distress, feel your turmoil.

Syren song of quicksilver moonlit waves calls him

Turn around, turn around, turn around...


....come home Spirit cat.

It has been quite a while since I have walked through this thread. I have to say, too long. (sorry)

I have always enjoyed reading your thoughts, so once again, it has been my pleasure to do so…

Just to come-in here and see,,all the writings on the walls,,all the faint whispers echoing down the vast dark lit halls..
So much of life stred here in this one doorway into your heart.
I wonder sometimes just how vast the space would need to be,,IF all of your thoughts and emotions could be here to,,from your first thoughts,,to your present thoughts....The world could peek in and be lost in all its beauty,,one by one,,until no-one was left outside,,as they to,,would be in their mind sets to read and feel life,,here,,,,,,,

Hey,,,,wheres the bath room,,I gotta go???????:)

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Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself.

A white flower grows in the quietness.
Let your tongue become that flower.

I need a mouth as wide as the sky to say
the nature of a True Person, language as
large as longing.

The fragile vial inside me breaks.
No wonder I go mad and disappear
for three days every month with the moon.

Rumi.

I have never seen this thread....thank you for pulling it up!!!!

Moments,,,a time we shall never forget..
That time you risked your life for another, with no regret.
How about the first time you seen your dad shed a tear.
Or maybe that first time, you and your Mom shared a beer.
What about the time, when you first became a parent.
Or when you jumped in and helped a stranger, lost and incoherent.
So many moments we have tucked away under our skins of pride.
Always just saying,,Its what anyone would have done to abide.
The first moment you held your baby, and gazed into its eyes.
Or when you held your ground, against someone much bigger in size.
Not one thought for your safety, as you seperated that fight.
What about your friend laying their dying, as you stayed the night.
Holding their hand to comfort them, as they passed from this life.
You say your no-one special, just an odinary soul feeled with strife
Yet for all these moments to have lived, you could write a book.
We've all had some moments, even if we never really take a look..


Life IS a moment....

Vessel.

Mirror.

Portent.

Vaccuum.

Chasm.

Valley.

Mountain.

Ridge.

Life....oh blessed living!


To be ALL and nothing, sweet delirium!

I am going to burst!


a thousand dancing stars,

a swarm of rainbowed butterflies

flames of joyous blooms

ribbons of curling sparkling love

diamond laced oceans



I am going to burst!

Living is just life, and life holds us hanging on to living.
Within them we dream, hope, pray, eat and sleep..
Everything else is but the small stuff we breathe in.
Live life with every breathe you take.

Prayers of Celebration

There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won't use the door,
only the window.

Rumi.





There is no 'other half'...


...there is another Whole.


Exquisite ecstacy!

Its our desires to burn our fires.
Its limitations that draw temptations.
Longitudes which reflects attitudes.
Gratifications bring forth relaxations.
Analyzed, hypnotized, leaving us mesmerized.
Yet just one kiss, can give a lifetime of Bliss.

How is it,

that in the still calm pool of understanding
there is no-thingness?

How is it,

that in the ah-ha moments we can know ourselves
in our entirety?

How is it,

that in the recognising of yourself in another,
they can see you clearly?

How is it,

when every star and planet aligns, and the flow
is perfect, you can grieve so deeply?

How is it,

that I can still stand up, when my knees are crumbling
and my arms are aching?

How is it,

that when my heart is so full up, it can be empty
simultaneously with loss?


How is it,

you appeared, in the exact moment I was requiring a soft
place to land from despair?


How is it,

you are dream drempt a thousand lifetimes ago, and I
remember you?

Whats really in a face...

Is it that special little happy place.

That opened mouth yawn, as you roll your eyes.

As we lay-down snuggling with whispered sighs.

Your half-woke moans as your hair is just wrong, everywhere.

A soft grinned smile, with your little tight-lipped kiss.

Or your longing look of desire, seeing your ahh-bliss.

Eyes wide-opened with surprise written in its expression.

Your chiseled indentations, while in deep meditation.

Saddened lines with brow-down, searching, as a tear hits the ground.

So happy, so proud, your eyes filling up with light,,,so bright.

Closed eyes, feeling the trauma,, emptiness, as life dies.

Whats really in a face.

All of you, every ounce, your most perfect place.

Thankyou Natalie for your scalliwag joyfullness,
for the pain of your passing,
for the tenderness of your presence.

Thankyou Stephen for holding the space
to grieve, to undo, to sink into loss
and to gently hold out your hand and lead me back.

Thankyou my children, for your gentle strengths
your blessed tears and your sweet loving arms
and your joyful laughter under the stars.

Thankyou sisters for your hearts, your tears, your pain
your love and your sweet soft touch,
when all of us are raw.


Thankyou life for allowing me to live it.

color=blue] Nice heart and mind you have Jess

Its her smurfit look.....

I could wax lyrical for days on how you affect me...

I could find a million analogies for how I feel...


......but there seems to be so much space inside me,
the universe appears small.


I am in love with you.