No Time For Timid Hearts

This is one I have read and reread and will continue to read in these days:
“This is no time for timid hearts
For holding back your most precious gifts in the face of fear of retribution
For wedging yourself into a doorway while you wonder
if you are worthy of entrance
For sitting interminably on a fence whose only purpose is
to separate you from your very self
This is no time”

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words divinely wrought

I have been attempting for days, weeks! to update you on my twisting, turning journey the last couple of months. Now, of course, it all feels prehistoric — with a “Who Cares?”quality attached to it.

For today – and the days to come – “this is no time for timid hearts.” ‘Nuff said. Do what makes your heart happy. No matter how it looks on the outside; no matter whether others understand or embrace you for it. The stirrings of your heart reflect your most reliable, highest-value barometer.

This is no time for timid hearts
For holding back your most precious gifts in the face of fear of retribution
For wedging yourself into a doorway while you wonder
if you are worthy of entrance
For sitting interminably on a fence whose only purpose is
to separate you from your very self
This is no time

This is no time to…

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when only wings remain

Rachel’s newest – really hits the spot!

words divinely wrought

This poem presented itself
after being inspired by this backyard photo.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell you a bit more about what I have been
up to for five weeks. Stay true, stay clear, my precious friend.

Pray tell! What seer doth divine
In soggy tea leaves, curdled wine
These ancient rhythms pulse, now bore
In loosening of the golden cord ~
A harlot, a jackass, a tune unsounded
The tale of the Grail, masked illusion unshrouded,
Strewn about, whirling unfettered grace
Upon center stage Love claims her place

Unraveled life, unpeeled, exposed
At once reveals the core of those
Who would not choose (as Heaven knows)
To arc in triumph, fall to repose,
Relentless hammers poised, now silent
The hush of peace blankets softly the violent ~
Cease now all suffering, wash clean all confusion
Dispatch swiftly your doubts, apprehensions, delusion

The gift is proffered, appears to shine
With blessings wrought…

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Flocks of Smiles

Flock by vladstudio source: http://www.deviantart.com

 

I call them ‘tweetie birds’

They are so small and they move like a cloud in the sky

Or like a swarm of fish swirling in the morning blue

 

I see our smiles lifting off

Rising up from our fields of joy

On this morning a New Age Dawning

 

They swirl and swish through the space of these days

Like speckles of sunlight cheery and bright

Flocks of smiles joyful together

 

Inciting laughter and giggles and joy

Bubbling up from our bellies and toes

Tickling our ribs till we cry deep relief

 

I think it’s the cells they just can’t keep still

Jumping out of their skins and ours, too, of course

Like myriad sparks when the bonfire is lit

 

We all lit the match and so now it is ours

To warm ourselves on this magical fire

With wind from all corners fanning the flames!

 

Welcome the wind and the change that it brings

Don’t mind the apple-cart overturned

Something much bigger is rolling our way – Hooray!

Joy!

Consciousness…

Well said – and powerful artwork!

Known is a drop, Unknown is an Ocean

Consciousness is just like energy, it cannot be created nor destroyed, only converted; it is one entity that never separates. We are just an extension of something so much greater than ourselves and the energy that creates our individuality is a borrowed reflection of creation. Our beauty only mimics the collective of our origins and will be returned to and recycled through that collective when we are done using this energy. The purpose of spiritual transcendence and human evolution is to bring our individual entities together for the collective consciousness to reach new and unimaginable heights. It’s wise to treat everyone as if they were yourself. Once our communication rises to a level of worldwide empathy nothing will hold us back from the true possibilities of our togetherness.

~ Teren Overbeck and Artwork by Mugwort Artemisia

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While My Guitar Gently Weeps – For Israel and Palestine

Picasso – Peace Dove

May this truce be the beginning of everlasting Peace on our Planet!

 

And the Ending of all self-inflicted suffering!

 

May we find the strength and wisdom 

to drop all judgment for any side of these conflicts 

and to hold those Children, Women and Men 

involved in this inhuman turbulence 

in our One Heart of Unconditional Love!

Link: Still My Guitar Gently Weeps

Song: While My Guitar Gently Weeps lyrics and music by George Harrison
The Beatles – WHITE ALBUM

Lyrics:

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it need sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know why nobody told you
how to unfold you love
I don’t know how someone controlled you
they bought and sold you

I look at the world and I notice it’s turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

I don’t know how you were diverted
you were perverted too
I don’t know how you were inverted
no one alerted you

I look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

Leonardo da Vinci – A Meditation

Eye for detail – Leonardo da Vinci’s Mona Lisa. Photograph: Gianni Dagli Orti/Corbis

Leonardo da Vinci:

Among the great things which are found among us, the existence of Nothing is the greatest.

Every part is disposed to unite with the whole, that it may thereby escape from its own incompleteness.

The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.

Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.

The earth is moved from its position by the weight of a tiny bird resting upon it.

The smallest feline is a masterpiece.

Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.

Anyone who conducts an argument by appealing to authority is not using his intelligence; he is just using his memory.

Iron rusts from disuse; water loses its purity from stagnation… even so does inaction sap the vigor of the mind.

Everything comes from everything, and everything is made out of everything, and everything returns into everything…

There are three classes of people: those who see, those who see when they are shown, those who do not see.

source:  http://gocreate.com/quotamaze/qldv.shtml