
![]() "Write without thinking of the result in terms of a result, but think of the writing in terms of discovery, which is to say that creation must take place between the pen and the paper, not before in a thought or afterwords in a recasting. it will come if it is there and if you will let it come." - Gertrude Stein
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in honor of the Mars Rover Curiosity, a poem by Rebecca Folsom.
enjoy - 140,000 Million Galaxies One hundred and forty thousand million galaxies. Each galaxy 100 billion stars. How vast the skyscape, full of timeless burning, colliding, catapulting earth-size masses, all spaciously dancing in the void. The sky looks like a bowl turned on its head, generous and stretching, holding this cosmic soup. Funny to think that this morning I was hard on myself for being a small-town girl. Any time that I want I can trade in my small thinking and feel that bowl dripping potential on my head, spinning galaxies sticky and mingling with my curls blazing dark and crisp down my body, pooling at my toes. I am a Fool crowned in the spilling glory of the delicious incomprehensible. Source: Rebecca Folsom, Sliver (2007), p. 69. © Rebecca Folsom. http://www.rebeccafolsom.com/ one of my favorite poems ever, Topography by Sharon Olds. happy independence day! After we flew across the country we
got in bed, laid our bodies delicately together, like maps laid face to face, East to West, my San Francisco against your New York, your Fire Island against my Sonoma, my New Orleans deep in your Texas, your Idaho bright on my Great Lakes, my Kansas burning against your Kansas your Kansas burning against my Kansas, your Eastern Standard Time pressing into my Pacific Time, my Mountain Time beating against your Central Time, your sun rising swiftly from the right my sun rising swiftly from the left your moon rising slowly form the left my moon rising slowly form the right until all four bodies of the sky burn above us, sealing us together, all our cities twin cities, all our states united, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. ![]() “Become loving. When you are in the embrace, become the embrace. Become the kiss. Forget yourself so totally that you can say, “I am no more. Only love exists.” Then the heart is not beating, but love is beating. Then the blood is not circulating, but love is circulating. Then eyes are not seeing, love is seeing. Then hands are not moving to touch, love is moving to touch. Become love and enter everlasting life. Love suddenly changes your dimension. You are thrown out of time and you are facing eternity. Love can become a deep meditation, the deepest possible. Lovers have known sometimes what saints have not known." - Osho ![]() "You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could." Louise Erdrich yet another lovely post from the Elephant Journal. this one's about masturbation(!)
reminder: may not be suitable for work. enjoy - http://www.elephantjournal.com/2011/09/masturbation-a-path-to-enlightenment-sarah-gunnin/ an honest and elegant post on sexual reawakening that is well worth the click.
please note: NSF http://www.elephantjournal.com/2012/05/womanhood-and-the-reawakening-of-my-erotic-innocence-adult-candice-holdorf/ a little poem by Tracy Brooks, in honor of tonight's supermoon - Meet yourself in the glow of the full moon,
let her illuminate you, whisper to her the secrets of your soul. What has been longing to be voiced, set it free Her radiant light wishes to dance with you, her gentle caress wants to know your dreams. Allow your song to be heard, embrace your inner longings. The moon's sacred glow will guide you. i found this very tantric poem on a table in a coffee shop. it was too beautiful to keep to myself. i hope you enjoy it -
Prayer -David Abraham May a good vision catch me May a benevolent vision take hold of me, and move me May a deep and full vision come over me, and burst open around me May luminous vision inform me, enfold me. May I awaken into the story that surrounds May I awaken into the beautiful story. May the wondrous story find me; May the wildness that makes beauty arise between two lovers Arise beautifully between my body and this land, Between my flesh and the flesh of this earth, Here and now, On this day, May I taste something sacred. |
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Anandalila is a tantric hatha yoga teacher and moksha magick practitioner. When she is not on the mat, she enjoys reading, writing, music, birdwatching, and, of course, chocolate. Archives
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