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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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YET

I see an ocean of bloodshed-

of souls who are no more

because they felt that wearing camouflage

and dying for a cause

was the only solution-

of souls who had no choice in choosing

to put their faith in something meaningful

because militant bullies already decided their fate.

tribal, civil and world wars;

it is inconceivable how we take every opportunity

to destroy the shores that welcome every culture.

we see nothing but the worse in each other,

yet we spend millions in an attempt to witness beauty

in all that lies outside, out there in space.

when the beauty we’ve been overlooking

resides inside each one of us;

and if we took the time to gently whisper

words of empowerment,

then we’d be the ones floating in Heavenly bliss

because we’d know the meaning of PEACE.

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Dreams…Visions

My dreams and visions are never far off from my own reality. Often in short clips or twisted imagery, they portray my own current or future situations as well as those close to me.

In learning to decipher my own dreams, I am learning a lot about myself as I accept this gift that God has granted me. This gift laid heavy on my shoulders from time to time because I didn’t overstand  the responsibility that came attached with it. It can become scary when dreams portray a sense of purpose for my life, a mission that needs be carried out, but I can no longer keep denying this calling.

It’s something I have to face. It isn’t going to disappear for I have been chosen, as many of us are with our different gifts, to take action. Without going into detail about what those actions are, I overstand the work that lays before me.

I write today to tell you that I will become a reflection of the change that needs to and will take place on Earth. I don’t know details, but I am certain of this: my time has come. Slowly but surely, I have developed the skills to begin this journey. And I will continue to sharpen these skills and learn new ways of achieving my highest purpose in this life. I have encountered and reconnected with like-minded souls that share my same goal but with a different calling at hand.

What awaits me (us) may be a lonely road filled with unimaginable obstacles and circumstances, but nonetheless, with adequate preparation, I am in for the ride, in for change, in for the beginning of forever.

 


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Deeply Rooted

A Woman of the Earth

The doors are opened for me. A universe of opportunities is mine for the taking. I embrace every emotion in my solar plexus and desire in my heart – all those things that honor my divinity.

It is a precious thing to be a woman – a gift to life overall. I value my existence and hold sacred my attributes, including my temple and what I choose to allow in and out of it. I am not what others want me to be but what I choose to be.

I stand firm in knowing the value of all I have to offer, that which is birthed from the most sacred part of mySelf. I will receive no less. The beauty of my being shall not be diluted. I am in love with mySelf as I am in love with all. For that reason, I will allow me only the best that my heart and soul will accept and recognize that is in congruence to my desires and offerings.

Om Namah Shivaya


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In my space

This path here, yea it gets lonely.

But I sit almost patiently as

The Atlantic wind slowly makes its way,

Brushing away any melancholy.

An ant tribe diligently moves across

To the other side of the trail.

Creepy crawlers navigate through terrain,

Hiding under leaves as foreign disturbance approaches.

They’re just foots steps –

Steps of those who come and go.

Mud begins to form as

The Heavens cleanse the Earth.

And I’m still here,

Pensive but serene –

Very pensive…


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I’ve been absent lately

… but the Divine has been most present, now more than ever, or at least I am more receptive to it (me).

As some of you may know, I am currently traveling a path of truth, seeking that which can only set me free. And how fantastic it feels, you know, that breath of freedom!

I’m dancing with the wind
and flirting with the sea-
charging from the moon
and bathing with the sun-
speaking to the flowers
and healing through the Earth.

Sunday – May 18, 2012:
It marks the beginning of what I knew would eventually come.

~*~ Relationhips are forming ~*~
~*~ The stars are aligning ~*~
~*~ My light is shinning ~*~

Inexplicable events have been taking place in my life this past week, yet I have never understood anything as clearly as I am this moment. The unfolding of ’mystical’ synchronizations within new associations was at first, to say the least, overwhelming. I kept telling my self, “OK, now I have many things to process“, but in all actuality, the process is happening on its own, unveiling secrets, energies, visions, etc. that, magically, are making a smooth transition in this path.

~*~ Gaining access to the divine ~*~
~*~ Enjoying the transformation ~*~
~*~ Shining my light ~*~

I have found someone who has become my closest sidekick. The formation of such relationship was written since our past lives. We have a mission to finish, I’m sure. He asked me (in summary) —>>> What are your goals? What are you trying to achieve during this journey you have embarked upon, and how do you plan on doing so? <<<—

I didn’t know how to answer. Apparently, my journey to enlightenment needs some structure. No. Not structure. But I can’t walk around headless, thinking that everything I may stumble upon will lead to such heights. So in essence, I need to answer those questions honestly, in isolation (meditation). I know what I want to achieve. Now I need to gain the techniques and wisdom to reach my goal.

And what better confirmation than through my dreams? My first step is to start a dream journal. The power behind my dreams is not to be ignored. The messages I have been receiving are key to divination. My next steps are being carefully designed for my individual path to ONENESS.

I can’t help but to allow my heart and soul to smile!

Love & Light,
Moon ♥


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“On the Pulse of the Morning”

 A Rock, A River, A Tree

Hosts to species long since departed,

Marked the mastodon.

The dinosaur, who left dry tokens

Of their sojourn here

On our planet floor,

Any broad alarm of their hastening doom

Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

 

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,

Come, you may stand upon my

Back and face your distant destiny,

But seek no haven in my shadow.

 

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

 

You, created only a little lower than

The angels, have crouched too long in

The bruising darkness,

Have lain too long

Face down in ignorance.

 

Your mouths spilling words

Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,

But do not hide your face.

 

Across the wall of the world,

A River sings a beautiful song,

Come rest here by my side.

 

Each of you a bordered country,

Delicate and strangely made proud,

Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

 

Your armed struggles for profit

Have left collars of waste upon

My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,

If you will study war no more. Come,

 

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs

The Creator gave to me when I and the

Tree and the stone were one.

 

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your

Brow and when you yet knew you still

Knew nothing.

 

The River sings and sings on.

 

There is a true yearning to respond to

The singing River and the wise Rock.

 

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew

The African and Native American, the Sioux,

The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek

The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,

The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,

The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.

They hear. They all hear

The speaking of the Tree.

 

Today, the first and last of every Tree

Speaks to humankind.

Come to me, here beside the River.

 

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

 

Each of you, descendant of some passed

On traveller, has been paid for.

 

You, who gave me my first name, you

Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you

Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then

Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of

Other seekers–desperate for gain,

Starving for gold.

 

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot …

You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought

Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare

Praying for a dream.

 

Here, root yourselves beside me.

 

I am the Tree planted by the River,

Which will not be moved.

 

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree

I am yours–your Passages have been paid.

 

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need

For this bright morning dawning for you.

 

History, despite its wrenching pain,

Cannot be unlived, and if faced

With courage, need not be lived again.

 

Lift up your eyes upon

The day breaking for you.

 

Give birth again

To the dream.

 

Women, children, men,

Take it into the palms of your hands.

 

Mold it into the shape of your most

Private need. Sculpt it into

The image of your most public self.

Lift up your hearts

Each new hour holds new chances

For new beginnings.

 

Do not be wedded forever

To fear, yoked eternally

To brutishness.

 

The horizon leans forward,

Offering you space to place new steps of change.

Here, on the pulse of this fine day

You may have the courage

To look up and out upon me, the

Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

 

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

 

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

 

Here on the pulse of this new day

You may have the grace to look up and out

And into your sister’s eyes, into

Your brother’s face, your country

And say simply

Very simply

With hope

Good morning.

-Maya Angelou

Video of Maya Angelou reciting her poem at Bill Clinton’s Presidential Inauguration in 1993: