Find Forever

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I found forever in the forest

Still I sat as winged creatures whizzed by leaving behind vibrations in the small bones of my ears

Still I sat as the leaves on trees swayed to the wind’s beat

Still I sat as the ants worked on in summer’s heat

Still I sat

And in the stillness forever appeared

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and She

She ran and she ran and she ran

and jumped straight through your chest and into your heart

and as she danced in your auricles and ventricles

vibrations of her essence drifted throughout your body and kissed your every thought

She danced and she danced and she danced

long gone you still feel her vibrations, her essence

in every cell

in every thought

She ran and she ran and she ran

Art Info:
Clarissa Rizal
Run World Run (2003)
Painting/Drawing/Print
via http://collections.si.edu/search/

Honest ’til the end of time

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When you speak to me I gaze into your third eye

Always have

So look at me in my third eye when you speak to me

This way I can see straight through that Chocolate iris and into your Indigo soul

We can’t lie when we look here

Here it is clear

Clear your words are true

True that you knew me

Before I ever met/touched/tasted/hated/

forgave and forgot  you

I am that vibration right beneath your ribs

I am in your heart where the light lives

I am those long walks you take

I am that art that you make

I am

I am

I am here

I am listening

I am trusting

We’ve grown apart to grow stronger

More growing we most do

and if the stars align just right

As the moon lights up the night

Like two trees our root systems will find one another

and pull us close

Like two trees deep in the forest we will stand

Strong silent loving swaying in the wind to the vibration of this life ’til the end of time

When you speak to me I gaze into your third eye

Always have

So look at me in my third eye when you speak to me

This way I can see straight through that Chocolate iris and into your Indigo soul

We can’t lie when we look here

Here it is clear

Clear your words are true

That you have always known me

And I have always known you

We are timeless

Ain’t no rush

I am here

I am listening

I am trusting

I am

I am

Art info:

The Goddess worshipped by the sage Chyavana from a Tantric Devi series (ca. 1660-1670)

Opaque watercolor on paper, gold, silver, and beetle wing

via Smithsonian American Art Museum (online)

The Builder

THE BUILDER

She builds dreams without instructions

God-given intuition her guide

She builds dreams

As faces brown like hers and white like American history send her negative messages about who she is

Messages based largely on her gender, race, and sexuality – the outer most details of her deep existence

She builds dreams

As spirit reminds her that she should always look deeper then the surface of another’s epidermis to connect

Her circle of friends proof that she uses this knowledge

Besides no one knows better than her that is takes ALL faces to build dreams

She builds dreams

As she attempts to find love in a time when many are tuned out to the natural flow of love within their own being

She builds dreams

While she learns that to attract love, the authentic kind, that can fortify any foundation causing it to last for centuries and centuries she must be her truest self/her best self/ her highest self- She must BE love

She builds her dreams

And embraces the present moment as time flows by, the past behind her & forgotten

There is only now

She builds dreams

As the spirit of Amanayea reminds her to take care of her body – it is her most valuable tool

She builds dreams

As her spirit and her earth angels remind her of her own greatness and power when her strength wavers

She builds dreams

Because that is what the Creator created her to do -and in building her dreams and yours she adds to the beauty of this world that is collectively ours

There is space for ALL the dream builders

She builds dreams without instructions

God-given intuition her guide

Tiffany

Art Info:
William H. Johnson
Women Builders (1945)
Oil on paperboard
via Smithsonian American Art Museum (online)

Little brown ego

I’ve been thinking a lot about my ego and the way it shows up and informs my thoughts and behaviors.

This facial expression belongs to my ego. lol
This facial expression belongs to my ego. lol

My first thought was how to get rid of it. But, after doing some reading about what the ego is, I came to an understanding of my ego and its purpose.  I realized that vanquishing my ego isn’t really necessary.   Coming to this understanding made me want to love on my ego. So often the best response is: just show love.

I imagine that my ego is an angry scared little brown girl that looks just like me. She is trying to navigate a reality that is constantly telling her who she is, what she should do, who she should be with, and where she should be. Being bombarded with all those directives can be frustrating and confusing. She is attempting to perceive this world from place of anger and fear. Damn.  So, I wrote her a letter.

Dear Little brown ego,

I love you. Our higher self is here. God is here. We are in the present moment. We are grateful. You can do whatever you want. You do not have to stick to the same old patterns. You are not bound by tradition or the advice of people who don’t know you or the truth within your spirit. I love you ego. Thank you for reminding me of who I am not. Thank you for pushing me to be present.

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I have let go of my expectations of my ego. I simply guide her sometimes angry ass to more peaceful patterns.  Often times I just get really silent and turn my energy off; anger and fear need energy to persist.  I imagine myself hugging her until the hurt, lies, negative perception, and fear melt and then I step back and just let her be.

 We are free Little brown ego.  We are free.

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Photos courtesy of : DC Moody

Good Read on the ego:             http://www.pathwaytohappiness.com/happiness/2013/02/26/what-is-the-ego/