My Muse

1000 pieces to the puzzle

My answer is not simple

Mystic deep layers

vibrate connection consumes

Swimming against the tide

break my chains , one travels

Across the water to breathe and dance

journey for peace, truth and grace

Deep inside my beating heart

I wandered through your eyes

instantly surrendering

sexual alchemy awoke, electrified awakenings

Past vanishing like floating autumn leaves

Standing still and gathering

While attachments crumbled into dust

Heavens rain washes down stream

Cleansed souls awakened now smile

Energy flows

Today

Today I really need a friend.

I could do with some reassurance.

Instead I lay here on my own, all teary.

I pondered the realisation of wandering alone.

Clearing the old to make way for the new.

Tonight I feel very lonesome.

SPIRITUAL MATURITY – by RUMI (Persian spiritual master of the thirteenth century responds)

Care, Bliss and the Universe

What is poison?

“Anything but what we need is poison.”

It can be power, laziness, food, ego, ambition, fear, anger, or whatever …

What is fear?
– Non-acceptance of uncertainty. If we accept uncertainty, it becomes adventure.

What is envy?

– The non-acceptance of happiness in the other. If we accept, it becomes inspiration.

What is anger?

– The non-acceptance of what is beyond our control. If we accept, it becomes tolerance.

What is hate?

– Not accepting people as they are.

If we accept them unconditionally, then they become love.

What is spiritual maturity?

1. It’s when we stop trying to change others and focus on moving.

2. It is when we accept people as they are.

3. It is when we understand that all are successful according to their own perspective.

4. It is when you learn to “LET IT GO”.

5. It is when we…

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My souls journey

Our Heaven and our Earth depart from each other.

My soul’s dignity commands a new direction.

The truth leads us away from our polarised path.

As your hearts energy ceased to flow, I stumble with this thought.

My passionate spirit is wanting better.

A mirrored kindred dancing soul!

Difficult trials as I hold to my course, the moon lights my way.

March pass killing fields where lay drama queens and dead poets,

boring, bland bitches and curious old whispered legends.

I take my journey far from your no mans land of silent purgatory and shadowing of light.

I transcend my dignity up bright and far from my inferior invaders.