Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh my Lovely,, I looked at the Pic and said she looks so familiar,, and then I started to read, and the Yes factor overwhelmed me,,, Welcome Back,, you have been deeply missed,,

((( Alex )))))

damn abra









you totally blew my cover











i was goin for the strong silent type....
ok maybe not so silent...
****...lol
ok not so strong either....


hmmm no wonder it failed....

hey Mom....

i missed you sort of...but often, when i needed tenacity and perseverance ,'you' were effortlessly there as a solid example of AMAZING GRACE and i am humbly your student inspired

I know.

I ripped away your mystery like a flimsy negligee
exposing the truth of your naked heart for all to see

You’re like a stained glass window to me
I can see the colors of your soul shining through the mottled glass
like a rainbow of emotions glistening in a shower of angel tears

Shadows of reflections of your deepest feelings

Through the bloody dark maroons
that smolder with empathy
I feel the pain and suffering that you’ve endured for others

Through the brilliant shades of chartreuse
that spring forth with the life of newborn spirits
I sense the sprouting seedlings of hope that you have freely bestowed upon others

Through the lighter hues of cyan
that paint the infinite sky of your imagination
I view the vastness of your dreams for all humanity

Through the luminous radiance of golds and yellows
I see the halo of divinity that surrounds you
and brings light and warmth to everyone you meet

I’ve uncovered the Holy Grail of humanity for all to see

I shower you with love and kisses…..

mmmmmmmm… wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I see you ... I hear you ... and more importantly I feel you ...

Powerfully evocative, heart wrenching and life expanding ...

I am never far lovely sister...

I am so happy to see you sharing here once again ...

The earth of our view
Has created in you,
In me and the other of she,
A tear that when dropped
Has grown in the spot of
The heart where we all do bleed
From and into
This love colors you
The fragrance that lives
As we keep
Flowing goes on
Above and beyond
Our hearts and the tears
As we weep
Embedded in we
This rose you now see
Is unfolding
In just, all of us.
Raine Les 4/26/2008

exquisite!

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Sweet one,, It is I the Student who has been Inspired by the Beauty in you...

If the world has a gift
It surely is you
The completeness of your sacrifice
For only another's benefit
Knowing the reality of death
Feeling the complexity of reaching out
And giving of that
Which you, yourself hath not
Giving of comfort to another's soul
Within another's heart
The hope shared by
Just being you
You are a marvel to this world
A ray of light to those who need it most
The ultimate in self-sacrifice
Determined in choosing to walk into danger
For the benefit of those whom you nurture
The beauty of you.

The truest of purpose in the reality of you

who brings this fare to this table?
which author found these words rolling off his fingers?


i am only that which plays
in the dance orchestrated by our dreams...
all our dreams, we each live them sometimes for each other
sometimes we are the evidence of dreams come true
if you could imagine tho

for a step back... how insignificant we are/and feel , in spite of the extreme work we do.... you would know there is no honor.... there can hardly be...seriously

i feel foolish to in any way accept these accolades

so it is evidently you my dear and once again
i am delighted to hold you a mirror

very nicely written
beautifuly done

Ever flowing from the Heart, Body soul and Mind

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes Thoughts, movement, Jestures
Givin freely,,, Priceless

Awwww, take a compliment, will ya?

Thank you, lovely one... thank YOU!

do you wonder where our words
sounds breathe,exhale, us

i tasted you in my mouth
riding fast in the wind on my bike autumn exploding leaves under my wheels , a carpet of treacherous wonder peeling thru it i smelt you
somewhere i drank you into my lungs
and the taste is pungent like sweet onions

when were we ever anything else?!
but where would the tajine be without onions!!!
weeping as we slice thru layer after layer to toss across the blazing coals
roasting until the juices spill into the air sparks fly into our tears
the couscous is salted


oya

Nice...
Morning!

in a page of a journal
bombs see themselves
phrophetic sayings and ancient wisdom
see themselves
niches see
themselves
the threads of carpet words
go thru memory's needle

over the city's face

on this page of my journal
his blood was spilled and his sweat is fingerprinted
on so many pages
his memory dances
and gives fresh life
to the snapshot and
the sprig of sage
that crumbles under my fingers
perfuming
awakening scent
how can i miss you so much when you are everywhere?
why has everything flipped?
why do these onions make me laugh?

where is the wine that will
take me to sweet abandon
i didn't taste it in our tears until
the sky unleashed a torrent
and we were once again
allonewater
and the pavement we fell on


i didn't taste it in our songs until
the music raged against the machine
and we took back
our drums and remembered our way
home

pass me the cup
to drink of you , of sisters
and all
manifestations of
'this essence'
this abandon

that i find in the comfort of our dance

salut!

when light returns to the source
it takes nothing
of what it has illuminated.


it may have shown on a garbage dump or a garden
or in the center of a human eye



no matter...


it goes and when it does
the open plain becomes passionately desolate


wanting it back

Alex

Just a note from me to you,, I am so happy you have come home,, I so enjoy reading your thoughts and to have just a moment in your world fills me,,,