Friday, October 7, 2016

Mahavatar Babaji: I am always with you / Hairakhan Babaji

Mahavatar Babaji: I am always with you / Hairakhan Babaji: "I am not here to convince you of anything.  I am not here to be recognized.  I am not a show, not an entertainment.  I ...

Mahavatar Babaji: Karma yoga message of Babaji

Mahavatar Babaji: Karma yoga message of Babaji: 9 January 1983 "All of you must learn to be disciplined. Be alert 24 hours a day. If you are not disciplined and idle your time a...

Blessed to be able to post from this site once again and share the wisdom and grace of Babaji with you today. Brightest Blessings, Lovelight

Friday, June 24, 2016

Puns and Punctuation

I used to come to the altar of offerings to bleed for you in single strands of my diluted blue blood punctuated elixirs ... finery frost and the web of maidenhair remembrances written on winds which slumbered while my heart made ready only that which would serve thee ... love was their carriage master ... It was in the winter nights I wandered ice ghost stone shell of a lover left in me ... East my feet blue as the vein untapped would creep ... to your window panes and brittle break upon their fragile pain as toe dance I would to see you pen ... bay tea and herb, parchments and hound ... yet, seldom was it you I found ... so in love with the moon you were that she had your gaze, your lips, the touch of that which goes beyond what most can bear or bare ... the pebbles I pelted upon our skull were never felt by your mortal core ... all the same you turned and smiled right through me ... 
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Tuesday, April 19, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #18

The prompt today was to use a phrase from an instructional or informative manual of some sort. I chose "Earl Mindell's Herb Bible". The Chinese say of Ginseng, "... prolong life and make one feel young."
To speak a phrase strung for the elegance of finger tipped strands ... pearls to the teeth, the tongue must taste to craven derive a signature ... their tale hidden porous pears gritty grain which begs eyes to hunger ... blind thirst the palms seek by damp cavern wall chains of sweating vapor glow ... we follow the beating heart echo corridors claiming the sand in our sandal soles ... pen or brush we seek passage through doorways the mind laid brick foundation for ...melody of the psyche sublime sconce illumination unlocking hidden havens ... the journey taken in quest of self expression, soul in flight upon winged words to prolong life and make one feel young.
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Monday, April 18, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #17

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To be fair as Flora, she ... rose, orchid, or lady's slipper ... branching arms embrace with delicate stem ... mottled leaf greens, reach for a niche ... to raise my bundled bind ... slight tendril roots wrap ... and his entwine ... the flower one with the wooded mind ... to companion your sturdy tree ... moonlight madd love we shall devise ... sweet nectar kissing barked lips ... ... if my fragrance reaches thee with favour ...
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NaPoWriMo 2016 #16

{off prompt} I loved the prompt today. I did not make it home in time to post to it. I will one day soon take it on :) So, I share with you what I was blessed with today.

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Longing for a peace with you drenched in the steam of a Paris night's fog ... taken over simpler notions I have held of life ... replace them with sea hag salt rimmed cobblestone dances to the music of violins and specter night columbines ... my toes catch ... glancing thrust and throw the red spins of a Tango ... the forgiveness is in our beloved ballet.
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NaPoWriMo 2016 #15

The prompt tonight was to write on the subject of two or the other.
Between Your Curse and Mine
The bridge is burning between your curse and mine ... you said it was mutual, my dreams said otherwise ... Horus' claw tearing at my heart from it's magnet chamber ... as the Underworld fell crippling all about me ... gloss black glass and vacant flames ... as your absence remains ... you are not the disciple and I cannot allow Maat to weigh my hindrance as yet ... nor feed my flesh to the crocodiles ... though they sleep only to out wit me ... I shall walk the red hot coals to breathe your world's air ... trust me ... your dominion is not defined cask and cade ... beg a cause for peace and I will lend you my rope and spy glass ... the colorlessness of coming Winter will be here once more soon enough ... his Lord's prism and electric pride parade dancing on the edge of forever ... I will save you a seat beside the Queen ... if you will put out the fire.
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NaPoWriMo 2016 #14

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The sunrise is the hue of pink champagne this morning ... the blessed first light most favoured breaths taken of the day ... it's blush, chasing a thin ribbon of periwinkle towards the evacuating night ... the shyest whispers of The Phoenix's burnt orange and cinnabar tail feathers ... peak out into the ocean of space patiently awaiting for it's moment to eclipse the bladed grass' shadow dance ... a brief lived reign in which an eleventh atmospheric parallel remains ...  stolen from pain ... Now, as I sit resting at days near end ... the West has swallowed up the day's lantern ... lichen wash water of the subtlest green shadows ... hold court behind the paper cut wall off  trees and time ... the sky has chosen aquamarine for his duster ... and marble cake of violets kissing  coral  remains as his waking tea ... 'tis ever the fewest moments of hushing as the night's shield approaches ... he hides behind this ancient armor watching Venus awaken ... yawning in her sea spun gown of illusion to meet again  the suitors of evening tide ... spoken of as Everafter, this is a peace all may know ... closed eyes and a deep inhale ... the music of souls becomes unmistakable.
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NaPoWriMo 2016 #13

The prompt tonight was to use a fortune cookie saying in some way in our poem. I keep all my fortunes in my purse. Odd little quirk of mine. This is one of my favorites, Punctuality is the politeness of kings and the duty of gentle people everywhere.
NaPoWriMo 2016 #13
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"Punctuality is the politeness of kings and the duty of gentle people everywhere. ", said Miss Ling, as she opened the door for her guest.
"Then I must be a king tonight." chortled Dishi, " Quite happy I wore my silk that is best!"
"Please," she motioned, "come inside. The dumplings are steaming and the rice is already fried."
"I am hungry !! " he exclaimed, then felt a little ashamed. "I miss dumplings since Mother died."
"You are our honored guest tonight, Dishi. I made your Mother's dumplings special for you." Miss Ling took his arm as he deftly offered.
In they strolled, friends rose in welcome, amidst candle light, aromas, and a table full of delicious coffers.
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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #12

You can't tell by looking at her ... though the signs are beginning to show ... when she pauses in one place too long ... there is a mechanism of self acceptance ... the use to gather, grant, and capture on the face or in the eyes ... a haunting never seen there before ... "she had a look of thus and so" ... a patch slightly to the right and down a bit from her smile ... checkered promise of a wrinkle ... telling ten months from now ... that she didn't eat today either ... from the outside it all looks like blue jeans and suede boots ... comfort from the Goodwill reject piles ... a bright smile some claim is not her own ... and that crazy hippy wild child abandon ... if you can catch her riding red horses along the shoreline ... it all seems a little less sad ... for the children of light are running behind her ... urging her not to leave her begging bowl behind.

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Monday, April 11, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #11

Rains bide their illusory pact with tidal chains ... the moon commands to quench the parch pink softness of petals ... praying in silent destinations dust originated from ... and will scurry back to ... when shown buds in dire need ... of a morning shower ... even a thunderous violent storm ... carrying enough atmosphere the weather vein turns ... South in shy exclamation ... I am thirsty, nay hungry, for your mouth ... for the experience of knowing you.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #10

The Pullet's Song
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The heart rushes at times ahead of its rhythms ... expanding beyond what oxygen can supply for salvation ... in these times, when the ache is so acute ... death is so near ... I listen for the pullet's song ... I heard it as a child, so sweet ... in the balm of the afternoon on Grandmother's farm ... the hens worrying about the yard ...  their peck and choose of bug or root ... falling into a muse of melodic solvents ... the innocence falling together in pure harmony ... I believe even the clouds stayed a moment ... suspended in a way uncommon to them ... listening to the simplicity of nature's music ... calling Spirit back to a heart with constancy once more it's own ... these brief moments ...touching the mystic beyond are gifts ... drifting through our lives ... as we attempt their capture in our butterfly nets of cellular memory.
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Saturday, April 9, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #9

In lavender moments, I may think upon you ... the calmness of my crystal countenance rattled and rang about a remembrance I once held ... yet, these clock ticking thumb dance mantras will fade to midnight blue ... thus, you shall remain, in my heart, the eclipse of potioned starlight ... I once believed you to be.

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For R

Friday, April 8, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #8

Let There Be Love

May the children in the morning rays,
Remember love will always stay,
In their hearts if they are gay,
As they grow not forgetting to play,
Let There Be Love.

May our brothers come together fast,
Building bonds of strength to last,
A creed defined across all caste,
Molded from the ghosts of visions past,
Let There Be Love.

Will sisters struggle arm in arm,
Heal at last and do no harm,
Beat the drum fighting back the swarm,
Grow hearts at home and fruit upon the farms,
Let There Be Love.

And when at end of day we rest,
Bring kindness, joy, and peace to test,
Care for Mother Earth's children best,
For We are seen and We are blessed,
Let There Be Love.

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This is my wish for you all today and every day. May we all be as One and May there be Love.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

(off prompt today)

Loosing Neo's Compass

Is loosing the belief in our own ability to transcend ...  the darkness in which we may force love to abide ... the greater lose felt as we witness ... our Self begin to pass through our own palms ... sands so parched for care and kisses now ... the oceans fear their request to be quenched ... lest the salts should harden as do hearts ... the grains never reaching landfall ... from between pressed and parted fingertips ... the breeze kidnapping their crystal core magnetic North ... carrying them home again ... we shall all return to Zion in the end ... or, accordingly, to the Hell of our own making ... would we choose a higher love having known this ? ... bound ourselves in the vows of watery devotion alone ? ... leaving trust behind in the armoury ? ... sacrificial lovers lips are the only truth we can sell ... to keep the condensation of lies from drowning us ... Are you dodging bullets yet, my darling, in your playtime black leather coat? ... Me? ... I am dancing to the endless silent beats of Zion's sleepless drums.

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Wednesday, April 6, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

NaPoWriMo 2016 #6

Sentient beings are starving on Earth tonight,
As the sun says, "Good night" to the moon,
The moon asks,"Good day?", the sun turns away,
"Too many were lost in the fray..."
The moon sadly witnesses what he had said,
Brother Sun then is off to his bed,
In Brazil street dogs are begging for bread,
In Africa too children ate poisonous grains,
In America dumpsters are raided for meals,
Long before the school day has begun,
Everywhere under the bridges they shared,
What the soup kitchens lovingly brought,
In the flop house, there wasn't a crumb,
In train stations coins in cups are sought,
To try to make it through one more cold night,
A hungry baby was left on a church step,
The money went in a needle instead,
Elderly shared a can with their dear pets,
It was all the food they could afford,
While stray cats wish for warmth and a dish,
They settle for anything they can kill instead,
Jane quit school to work the mean streets,
So little sister could go to Grade 9,
Dick drives a truck for the food pantry folks,
They were there for him when he was a boy,
Once again they came when his mother passed,
Soon Dick will have kids of his own,
Food is the one thing all of us need,
No matter where or how we're defined,
Reach out your hand to someone in need,
You'll be more thankful when you have to plead.

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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 #5

Today's prompt was to incorporate names of heirloom seeds into our poems. Very clever.
NaPoWriMo2016 #5
All my thoughts of idealistic love,
have flown away with the Purple Dove,
Now, I seek a man who knows,
the worth of a garden and holeless gloves,
No fantasies of Silver Queens,
or Tequila Sunrise on the beach,
I long for a quiet Black Prince,
who'll kindly wash my hair and rinse,
I'll serve him fried Rat's Tails for breakfast,
Japanese Pie, and Lemon Drops too,
We'll love to garden our days away,
Selling berries and riverman stew,
On the porch we'll shell the Ojo de Cabras,
While our foul flock pecks the labyrinth,
He'd wear his Turk's Cap, me my Red Velvet Lipstick,
When to town we go to cut a jig rug,
But, when day is done, we cuddle up like bugs,
Welcoming sweet restfull sleep at our door,
"What can I give this happiness to repay?"
"Brazilian Starfish to light love evermore."

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Monday, April 4, 2016

NaPoWriMo #4

The Cruelest Month of All
Mankind, in all his glory, found it fit to define time ... to harness the blessed abandon grace, happening holds not the witness' wine ... with this his attempt to break the spirit of flow, as to bind it to reasonable heights ... declaring triumph over vast mountain peaks, some feat above ordinary minds ... he swallowed sound, clabbered chaos, indoctrinated the blind ... appointed gears, false hands, gold plate, and instrumental chimes ... to replace the cycle and rhythm of Mother Nature's mind ... 13 months he set forth to enslave, those he deemed to be lower class ... to serve, to rape, to plunder, to gash, the freedom of universal design ... in shackles and chains live man, woman, and child, their intellectual seasons now 4 by 3 ... to cause cellular holidays to be bred out of the beast ... forming worker hives and thought numb disease ... man is the cruelest to man you see, no matter what month it be ... a fabricated semblance, a mere slight, of all we were meant to be.
May we awaken once more ... moment by moment.
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NaPoWriMo #3

Dearest Mr. Cohen,
I came to your music quite late in my life,
Pardon me, but this couldn't be helped,
I was born a little too late for my soul in nineteen sixty-four,
By this time in your life you had already seen,
The stitch, purpose, and the cosmic inseams,
What about life and why we use words,
Having been placed so strategically.
Yes, I am American born, wishing more understood,
The depth and compassion, you've given the world,
I guess it is true, as I've always been told,
I just have a flower girl's soul,
For my inner child knew, when first I heard you,
As a poet, as one of the wilde,
You spoke from my heart, so true.
I've listened, I've learned,
I've read and reviewed,
Studies your portrait a million times through,
Held the words you have offered,
The naked soul you shared often,
And, yes, I argue with God too. 
You kept it simple so much of the time,
No need to make burdens or bruise,
You made it so hard, you tore it apart,
Just for a reason to use up the glue,
You planted weeds and harvested flowers,
Boquets of glass, caskets for those who choose,
How we live at times, to merely taste the hues.
You've taught us of love's emaculate embrace,
Kissing war of the foot though with distaste,
To sing for our sister's freedom and grace,
Even though our counting beads are worn,
On hands stealing bread, feeding mouths of babes,
Your strong laughter lives in our pink hallways,
We shant ever forget your face.
You examined all our heros, and the heroins relaced, 
Immortalizing these fragile poets promise with your praise,
Others dared not walk that space for lack of courage spent,
You, Leonard, took the dark wood's path with lampless gallows,
For there is the greatest danger in lighting a smoke,
When your clothes are soaked in your truth and gasoline,
Opening all of the closets at once with no conical of refrain.
With Sharon you've breathed life into woman,
Glorifying She in the fullness of the Self,
In Her truest beauty, Her sins, Her nakedness, or your word gowns,
Tis how we find our compass all so often, music being all we have,
In the temple, in the bedroom, in the grass or flowing fountain,
The melody seeks the melody hands dancing passion's play to love,
This seeking ever draws us home in the end if we listen long enough.
To thank you overly, Mr. Cohen, for the songs and poetry,
I know that's not your particular style,
So, I'd like to say I am grateful, friend.
For your journey being such as it has been,
For your sharing, for your great smile, your diligence, and the quest,
The risk you took in searching so deeply, inside your wounded Self,
For Suzanne, Boogie Street, and Master Song, 
(to barely name a few) for every drop of yourself you gifted.
Carla Dawn
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NaPoWriMo #2

The prompt today was to write a family portrait. I am attempting to stay the course.  :)
The names have been changed,
To protect the guilty,
Though no one can say,
Where the honors,
Are most deserved,
Family is love no matter,
The burdens to bear.
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Friday, April 1, 2016

NaPoWriMo #1

  Today's challenge was to write a lune. A lune is an English-language haiku consisting of a 5-3-5 syllable or word count, each using the structure of three lines.
NaPoWriMo #1 My Lunes
As the geese fly home,
All is still,
Save their guiding wings.
I chose to love you,
Now and then,
For time knows no sins.
Dip me slow,
In Hershey's Cocoa,
Thoughts so edible.

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Today we begin the month of poetic blossoming. Poets everywhere look forward to the challenge this month affords us. We are offered the opportunity to meet each day with a fresh new spirit and in turn share a spontaneous work with the world.
I encourage all non-participating readers to visit the National Poetry Writing Month's website at the following link.
All of the poet's web sites are listed on the NaPoWriMo 2016 page. Easy access is afforded to each. You may explore the best writers on the internet today.
A most Happy April to all of you. May your words flow and your potential be joyfully put to the test.
Bright Blessings,
Carla Dawn