am a woman.
with a heart
filled with music and dance
feeling the music inside of me makes
me happy
I like to live the fulness this very moment
with its magical explendors,
feel this very instance and capture
it
make it mine
I feel full
yet at the same time emptiness and void,
the spirit
like sap in a tree in winter months
suspended eveness
a tiny flame flickers like silky waves in the dark pond .
underall this the oil feeds the lamp . something is cooking tonight
The radio is on
Being alive Is a miracle , vibrating with sounds , feeling
the motions like silky waves in the dark ocean , flowing steady boggy boogy
life is music
there is music in everything and everywhere like the lotus flower floats
is etereal light
Myself wishes to be a true artist
take the mud with my own hands
digging from the inner recevoir full of mud,earth, water, wind, weeds, sand
and light. and make myself anew ,
a new me and fly with the wind free as a bird .
Share my universe with beings that are nice
no one is all bad they say , take the good and leave the bad aside, a rose has a flower and thourns ,
the same sap gives perfume and sharp thorns . There is purpose to everything in creation that we do not understand ,
we have to respect all kinds
who is my maker.
There is a say you shape your own destiny by the power of your own will.
Who has put me together and holds me in wholeness as an individual ?
Is it by the goddess beauty, Is it by the god charms ,or by the god of
magic? and god love.
To think is power
can I invite myself to another dance a slow one , to dream . The cock
is kakoduling calling , it is before dawn the twilight e
I feel drawsing , intoxicated with efervescece
Am I influenced by thoughts of others
. No men is an island.
Thoughts keep me together,
no deviation from whom I am
thoughts travel by me
pass me over inside under and above .
They say you are the mail men delivering a letter with good news or bad news.
I cant blame any one or myself
is a thought passing by
There is art in letting the thought goes by, there is an art not to let thoughts overpower
you. There is an art in measuring the consequences
Clouds are forming dark with rain, stormy darken the sky , thunders, flashing lights and
furious wind ,shakes, destroy and floods big damage then it pass like nothing has happened, the sun shines again. ,
there is no mal that last 100 years.
My thought where do they go and their effect , I do not know the art is to hold them until the consequences
are known the tongue need to be on a leash and the mind need to be scrubbed clean .
where do they land and their effect I hope is always good and never harm any one. taking
sides not knowing the other side is painful to think that a lot of harm can be done under ignorance.,
of their impact am I not sure my intention has been good A good tree gives good fruits,
a poison tree gives poisoned fruits.
I pick the thoughts as mine, and they are not mine I know I feel it . They could not be mine , I am naive
a conduit for some of some one else thoughts. I did not finish dancing , there is a slow rithmos, almost
not moving, music is a wisper, I am diving deep in an ocean of extasy is thick is pulling
me down and i am dreaming.
In a cultured nervous systems
impulses ferment, buble efervecents, heated, boils,
a force is building up , it pushes , up , and pops up like the popcorn from
far down below. It has been heating for a while and rises.
My whole body is waking up ,
My arms are starting to spread sides way in a dance movementes , I feel in the center
of my spine at the cross of the torso and arms . Is my universe. , on the spine spreading through the marrow bone
, moving up and down , side ways , lifeenergy is climbing , heat is rising , is all over me, and I am showered with
this energy of warm . I feel like a tall grass blade flexible I can move in any direction, feeling the
center in the middle in my back, extending through my arms and going beyond the end of my fingers and spreading around me
my dimensions are changing I can float ..
others have to think for me
is my destiny in strangers hands
who is feeding from me
whom I am food for?
Is silence food for the gods
acting like a marionette
ignorant
food not for life?
Freedom in thinking
needs to be work at it,
reshaped, tested, tried, put to work,
it has to be lived, and experienced
.Freedom is a rough diamond, needs to be polished to its purity, to shine on
its own.
freedom needs to go through roughs layers ,
to discover its feelings, core , escence, origin.
maker, creator,inteligence,
Hurting the feelings in a person destroys freedom
hurting feelings create harm.
How will I feel when the feeling of the person that loves me is hurt?
failure, looser. streeped of freedom.
Beliefs has to be understood
Love gives freedom.
before the change over
the cathalisis,
burn in the flame of non return .
regain a new life
a miracle of new creation,
a freedom a love for life begins
once stablished freedom will always be.
a solid base to think and operate from
To think is to be alive.
Without thinking nothing gets done.
think first before we act
and its consequences
in the direcction that upholds life
wakes up the mind
silence plays its tune,
inviting the mind to dance,
with the music of las musas
of fountains, and rivers
following with the inocence of a child.
is by instict to be happy
its own nature.
Happiness is the magic of creation
Happiness is a wonder of creation
sentient beings experience ,
Caliope
let it be
do not stop its birth right
the miracle to become free
is happiness.
Expand, reach new hights, the unthinkable
In this body I have mortal life , life is inmortal,
life continue in a new form ,
life is eternal.
I wish to became concious of my own exitant body
I feel the warmth rising from the heart toward my face
a lamp withing me warms the sternum, the breastbone area
the altar of my own self is there keeping a vigil of me day and night
is the light of life
listen my own conciousness.
Living beings of all sort have a say,
I am them and they are I
what is teleportation?
we transport ourself to other places in time and space
present is past , and past is present and future together
time narrows space
there is no such as thing as time and space
mind is all that there is.
