Fadedspirit

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The moment I heard my first love story
I started looking for you
not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.

Rumi.

When love beckons to you,
follow him.
Though his ways
are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you
yield to him.


Kahlil Gibran

Ahhh ((((Jess))))


YESSSSSSSSSSS those sound about right

heart
warming

Satan says, "Yield, it is only temptation."

Beauty of the Morn
In the early morning Fog
Stillness sets in
Silent is the calm
Pitter Patter in my mind
Laughter and Love Overwelm
Early morning reads
My heart skips a beat
Early Morning Calm
Upon my Soul you Lay
Touching thoughts
Loving Eyes
My Early Morning Calm
Upon these pages of time

aww, thanks for letting me share with y'all ArtGurl. I just couldn't resist.

HILLS AND HILLS

The hills
remind me
of you

Not because
they curve soft and warm
lovely and firm
under the Greek sun

Or flow
towards the horizon
in slow limpid waves
falling away mysteriously
at the edge of the sea

So that I can only surmise
their being there
beyond my gaze
and stare into the greyness

But because
a long time ago
you stared at them
as I am staring now

IRVING LAYTON

Flowers open every night
across the sky, a breathing peace
and sudden flame catching.

-RUMI-

WHERE EVERYTHING IS MUSIC

Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one of our instruments breaks,
it doesn't matter.

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.

The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.


-RUMI-

A Preposterous Guess.


Friend, you change what I lost
to a surprise gift.

You open my mouth in desire
and hand me the key.

A strange preposterous guess
seems righter and righter.

I let other fictions go
I am the contents of your seed bag.
Scatter me over the ground,

Let me be quiet
in the middle of this noise.


Rumi.

No Expectations

A spirit that lives in this world
and does not wear the shirt of love,
such an existence is a deep disgrace.

Be foolishly in love,
because love is all there is.

There is no way into prescence
except through a love exchange.

If someone asks, But what is love?
answer, Dissolving the will.

True freedom comes to those
who have escaped the questions
of freewill and fate.

Love is an emperor.
The two worlds play across him.
He barely notices their tumbling game.

Love and lover live in eternity.
Other desires are substitutes
for that way of being.

How long do you lay embracing a corpse?
Love rather the soul, which cannot be held.

Anything born in spring dies in the fall,
but love is not seasonal.

With wine pressed from grapes,
expect a hangover.

But this love path has no expectations.
You are uneasy riding the body?
Dismount. Travel lighter.
Wings will be given.

Be clear like a mirror
reflecting nothing.

Be clear of pictures and the worry
that comes with images.

Gaze into what is not ashamed
or afraid of any truth.

Contain all human faces in your own
without any judgement of them.

Be pure emptiness.
What is inside THAT? you ask.
Silence is all I can say.

Lovers have some secrets
that they keep.


Rumi

Steer - Missy Higgins

Feel it falling off like clothing
Taste it rolling on your tongue
See the lights above you glowing
Oh and breathe them deep into your lungs

It was always simple, not hidden hard
You've been pulling at the strings
Playing puppeteer for kings
And you've had enough

But the search ends here
Where the night is totally clear
And your heart is fierce
So now you finally know
That you control where you go
You can steer

So hold this feeling like a newborn
All the freedom surging through your veins
You have opened up a new door
So bring on the wind, fire and rain

It was always simple, not hidden hard
You've been playing at a game
Called remembering your name
And you stuffed it up

But the search ends here
Where the night is totally clear
And your heart is fierce
So now you finally know
That you control where you go
You can steer

Oh
and now you finally know That you control where you go
You can steer

'Cause you've been listening for answers
Oh but the city screams and all your dreams go unheard

But the search ends here
Where the night is totally clear
And your heart is fierce
So now you finally know
That you control where you go
You can steer

Oh
And get out of the box
you step into the clear

Oh
Cause now you finally know
That you can steer

The music I hear from afar.
As you play your guitar.
It is a tune.
That makes my heart swoon.
As you play each chord.
My faith is restored.
As I listen to your voice.
I sit here and rejoice.
It is sweet music to me.
As you play each key.
There is not a better sound.
That I have ever found.

I hear distant native music
Like a cooing newborn
Mixing with the sound of gentle rain
As I begin The Pipe Ceremony


Red is the east;
It is where the daybreak star,
the star of knowledge appears.
Red is the rising sun
Bringing us a new day
New experiences.

We thank you, Great Spirit, for each new day
That we are allowed to live upon
Our Mother Earth

From knowledge springs wisdom and goodness
And we are thankful, oh Wakan Tanka,
For the morning sun that rises in the east.
Knowledge shall become the beginning
For ultimate peace throughout this world.

This is an example of an Indian prayer beginning with the east. Onlooking participants will also face east while the pipe is loaded in such a manner.

The pipe holder turns to the south and points the pipe stem in that direction. A new pinch of tobacco is held slightly above eye level in a southerly direction. Onlooking participants face south.

The south is yellow.
Our Mother Earth gives us growth,
gives us all that sustains us,
and herbs that heal us.

She brings forth the bounty of springtime
From the warm south wind
and the yellow hoop.
We think of strength, growth and physical healing
And a time for planting our energies,
My friends while we load this pipe.

After such acknowledgement, the pinch of tobacco is put into the pipe bowl. The pipe holder then faces west.

Black is the color of the west
Where the sun goes down.
Black is darkness, release, spirit protection.
In the darkness, the spirit beings come to us.

The spirit beings warn us,
Protect us, foretell for us, release for us.
They are the spirit helpers to Wakan Tanka.

Black is the cup of water;
The life-giving rains come from the west,
Where the thunder beings live.
Water is life.

Black stands for the spirit world
Which we shall all enter someday.
What we do or do not do upon this earth,
We shall carry with us over into that spirit world.
We shall all join together and either be
Ashamed or proud of how we treated one another,
How we respected or disrespected our Mother Earth,
How we respected or disrespected all living things
That are made by the Great Creator,
Wakan Tanka.

We will see each other
And yet know each other in the spirit world.
Those we have harmed,
They will remind us for eternity.
Therefor we must walk the path of truth
With one another.

The west is where our spiritual wisdom comes from
If we care to seek it.

The pipe holder sprinkles some tobacco upon Mother Earth and puts some tobacco into the pipe bowl.
Every time the pipe holder faces a direction, all onlookers face that direction and listen to the speakers words intently.

The last of the four directions is the north.

White is for the North.
Waziya ouye - the north power
Waziya ahtah - the white giant from the north.

Strength, endurance, purity, truth
Stand for the north.
The north covers our Mother Earth
With the white blanket of cleansing snow.
The snow prevents many sicknesses
Found in places without snow.

After the winter snows
Our Mother Earth wakes refreshed
To bring forth the bounty of springtime.
For us two-leggeds
It is the time of long contemplation.
We must think of when we will have
The face of the old.
We will want to look back upon our lifetime
And hope that we stood for the straight road
In our relationship to all things.

It is also a time to do small things,
Crafts and creative works,
In order that we may pass through
And enjoy our long winters wait.

Courage and endurance,
These strengths we seek
And wish to be blessed with
As we stand here facing north.

The tobacco is sprinkled to the north and then inserted into the bowl.

A note regarding prayer or acknowledgement; Indian people memorize few prayers or acknowledgements. Rote prayers are not recommended. The Our Father, common to Christians, would be considered too lengthy a recital to be memorized by traditional laypeople. Sioux holy men, holy women, and medicine people do chant lengthy songs and prayers in a prescribed manner for certain ceremonies. But, by and large, Indian prayers flow from the heart. A prescribed symbology is followed, especially in regard to the four directions. Knowledge in relationship to the east, growth from the south, and so forth are included, but rote prayers are not generally followed.

A note on the colors of the four directions: the red, yellow, black, and white, beginning with red for the east and following clockwise to the south, is in accordance with Black Elk. Some medicine people interpret the four directions as depicted. Many Sioux people, especially those who have not read Black Elk Speaks, however, use other color arrangements; blue is often substituted for black.

Traditional Indians do not squabble over the colors. Rarely, if ever, do arguments spawn over such trivialities. Indian people consider it disrespectful to argue over the Great Mystery's mystery. Acknowledge, respect, and do not harm one another or interfere with another's spiritual visions are cardinal traditional Indian principles.

After acknowledging the four directions, the pipe holder touches the pipe bowl to the ground.

Green is the color for Mother Earth.
Every particle of us comes from her
Through the food we take from her daily.

We all start out as tiny seeds.
We have grown to our present state and status
Through what she provides.

She is truly our Mother
And must be acknowledged and respected.

Tobacco is sprinkled upon Mother Earth and the pipe is loaded. The pipe is then pointed at an angle to the sky. We usually point our pipe towards the sun; if it is evening, we point it towards the moon, to acknowledge Father Sky.

Father Sky gives us energy from the sun.
Father Sky provides the fire that
Fuels our homes and our lodges
And the energy that moves our bodies.

Father Sky has daily communion with our Mother.
Together, they are our true parents.

Some tobacco is sprinkled on the ground, and the major portion is loaded into the pipe.
The pipe receives a portion` of tobacco one last time, and then the pipe is held almost straight up into the sky.

Wakan Tanka,
Great Spirit, Creator of us all
Creator of the four directions,
Creator of our Mother Earth and Father Sky
And all related things,
We offer this pipe.

-authorship traditionally unacknowledged

This beautiful prayer for the Peace Pipe Ceremony was found
online here without any further reference of authorship.

http://www.think-aboutit.com/native/peace_pipe_ceremony.htm

thank you for the invite artgurl
it is my pleasure and honor to
submit this to your wonderful
collection


7 Toys

always laughing

play fighting,
wrestling
running through the fields acting like children

you were so much fun then….

never needing much more than
a good pair of cross trainers
or the steamy comfort of
a good kiss

the sugar cane;
harvested
and looking a little less useful,
lay on the fertile soil that gave it life

certainty uprooted
your category five saw to that...

my pride
my emotions
my life
my future
my heart
my soul
my mind

these have become your seven favorite toys

and doll?

like the cane stalks
i am tired of fighting the wind
perhaps i too
will take a rest...

and succumb to the langoliers


kc08

Wonderful ... thank you for sharing it here (((kc)))




(((all my friends here))) ... thank you for sharing the Mood!