Ti-me has passed like the sands on the sea shore swept by the dancing waves! Much has been learned, so much to share! Follow me down the rabbit hole Fear not what you will learn n see for the light is at the end of the tunnel💙

When I started loving myself I understood that I’m always and at any given opportunity in the right place at the right time. And I understood that all that happens is right – from then on I could be calm. Today I know: It’s called TRUST. When I started to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody When I tried to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time is not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I know: It’s called LETTING GO When I started loving myself I could recognize that emotional pain and grief are just warnings for me to not live against my own truth. Today I know: It’s called AUTHENTICALLY BEING. When I started loving myself I stopped longing for another life and could see that everything around me was a request to grow. Today I know: It’s called MATURITY. When I started loving myself I stopped depriving myself of my free time and stopped sketching further magnificent projects for the future. Today I only do what’s fun and joy for me, what I love and what makes my heart laugh, in my own way and in my tempo. Today I know: it’s called HONESTY. When I started loving myself I escaped from all what wasn’t healthy for me, from dishes, people, things, situations and from everything pulling me down and away from myself. In the beginning I called it the “healthy egoism”, but today I know: it’s called SELF-LOVE. When I started loving myself I stopped wanting to be always right thus I’ve been less wrong. Today I’ve recognized: it’s called HUMBLENESS. When I started loving myself I refused to live further in the past and worry about my future. Now I live only at this moment where EVERYTHING takes place, like this I live every day and I call it CONSCIOUSNESS. When I started loving myself I recognized, that my thinking can make me miserable and sick. When I requested for my heart forces, my mind got an important partner. Today I call this connection HEART WISDOM. We do not need to fear further discussions, conflicts and problems with ourselves and others since even stars sometimes bang on each other and create new worlds. Today I know: THIS IS LIFE! ❤ (A poem by Charlie Chaplin written on his 70th birthday on April 16, 1959)

On the day when the Lotus bloomed, alas, my mind was straying, and I knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained unheeded. Only now and again a sadness fell upon me, and I started up from my dream and felt a sweet trace of a strange celestial fragrance in the South wind. That vague sweetness made my heart ache with longing and it seemed to me that is was the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. I knew not then that it was so near, that it was mine, and that this perfect sweetness had blossomed in the depth of my own heart. (s.t) ♥

JUST IMAGINE Living in a world of endless information, we are too often distracted from the steady stream of guidance coming to us from within. Even when faced with life-altering or affirming decisions, the voice of our most trustworthy advisor in our struggle for safety and sanity is many times drowned out by the constant demands of a multitude of louder voices. The result is that this powerful ally remains unheard and unheeded, for not only days or even months, but sometimes years at a time. Miraculously, all human beings, regardless of age, gender, nationality, creed, economic status or sexual orientation, have been blessed with a self-generating infallible navigator we call our conscience. Amazingly, this ever-present internal voice is 100% accurate in determining what is right and what is wrong in every situation. It is the one and only of the many voices clamoring for our attention that we can trust to never lead us astray, and always coax us, gently but firmly, in the direction of our better selves… and at the same time, into greater harmony with one another, as every conscience is in agreement with every other. Most of us have had our moments, even in the midst of our busy lives, when we have found ourselves face to face with our conscience and can hear its voice clearly and distinctly. These are moments of epiphany, when doubts and confusion disappear and we understand, with absolute certainty, this simple, yet profound truth: that our willingness to live "The Golden Rule" is the gauge by which we can measure how far we have come in our climb from who we are to who we long to be. So, I’ve been thinking: Now that we have, contrary to the prophecies of many, somehow weathered the threats of 2012 and now in 2013, this could be one of those moments. We can, if we but will, remember our forgotten ally and allow our conscience to lead us into a truly new and enlightened year and era, simply by resolving to do unto others that which we would want done unto us and not do unto anyone that which we would not want done unto us… beginning with just one day. I know it may sound like an impossible dream, but imagining it could be the first step toward making that dream a reality, so let’s try to imagine… One whole day in which no sentient being anywhere on this earth need fear any human being for any reason, because violence and cruelty toward anyone, in any form and to any degree, would cease to exist. :-) One whole day of no killing, no wounding, no raping, no torturing, no warring, no slaughtering, no butchering, no fighting, no bullying, no hunting, no imprisoning, no greed, no lying, no cheating, no stealing… But rather, one whole day of empathy, kindness, sweetness, honesty, compassion, generosity, justice for all, and goodness of every sort. :-) Just imagine… One whole day of real PEACE on earth… … for the first time in human history… Imagine that…… if you can. ♥ (Sun)

"Kindness should include the way you treat people and the way you treat animals and all living things"

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Forgotten Rose

Shrouded in mists of time
she waits alone in the garden,
veiled, her name obscured,
the forsaken Rose.
Lost counterpart of Logos, the Word,

Son of the Father,
reason and righteousness,
the eternal He.
Forgotten Eros,
the passionate one,
the eternal She,
left prostrate on the ground.

"The Bride is as dark---
but lovely---
as the tents of Cedar.
Do not stare at her because she is swarthy,
because the sun has burned her.
She has labored in her brothers' vineyards;
her own she has not kept." (Cant. 1:5-6)



The Bride,
parched from her toil
in the scorching sun,
dark, dried, and withered.
Black Madonna,
mother of the afflicted poor,
God's raisins,
burned in the relentless rays
of Logos, victor, judge, and sword.
Male image of a sovereign God
raised to heaven's throne---
alone.


Eagerly she sought him,
but watchmen came upon her,
struck and wounded her,
the guardians of the walls.
Her plight is mirrored now
in Czestochowa's icon,
a gash upon her cheek,
the abused, abandoned one---
the Derelicta.

Noli me tangere:
"Do not touch me,"
For centuries the echo:
Noli me tangere.

The Ascended One,
adored and glorified---
untouchable,
the handsome prince,
Lion of Judah and Lamb of God
seated at the Father's hand
and ruling from his throne---
alone.


But now, at last, he seeks her.
He calls for her.
He knows the name of the Rose.
Exhausted and parched
in wretchedness,
she hears him call her name.
She stirs, raises her head, and looks around.
"Who speaks?"

Her heart beats faster.
"Can it be he?
Has he returned at last for me?"

The garden where he left her
is now a wasteland---
scarred, dried, and shriveled.
Trees are stunted,
streams of living water
only a trickle.
Thickets of thorn
surround the garden,
barring his way.
With the sword of truth
he must hack them to pieces
to reach his beloved.

At last he finds her,
still clasping her alabaster jar.
Her joyful tears fall at his feet.
A second time she dries them with her hair.
But now he reaches for her hand.
"Come, beloved; it is time.
Let us go together into the vineyard
to see if the vines are in bloom." (Cant. 7:13)


Hand in hand now,
they walk in the desert garden.
And where their feet tread
a violet springs up from the ground,
an anemone lifts its head.
In their wake
buds swell on barren bough.
"No longer will you be called 'forsaken'
and your lands 'desolate,'
but you shall be called 'beloved,'
and your lands 'espoused'" (Isa. 62:4)


He whispers her name,
savoring its taste
delighting in the Bride of his longing.
Meri (m.s)

forget me not

DESERT ROSE

Desert Rose

I began my journey the day I was born.My name told my destiny.Yet, it remained hidden for me to discover.I traveled a long time to get to this moment.So many cactuses I stumbled over in the dark.No star lighted my path--

I was not yet awake.Naivety guided me into sandstorms that made wounds in my soul.Ignorance blinded me as the cactus' thorns scratched me.However, these wounds propelled me forward and kept me ona certain path.One day, when I looked ahead, I saw an oasis. A mirage, I thought, so I slowly walked towards it-- expecting to be fooled again.When I reached the mirage, I found a rose.I touched it and found it was no dream.Entranced by this rose, I placed it in the vase of my heart.As it took root, it became a part of me. My blindness lifted, for I could see the true Light.Faith rested in my heart.

My desert rose led me to this destiny.When I stray-- its paper thorns remind me to come back to the straight path. Each day it continues growing, it strengthens my heart and my soul.I water it with my prayers, my charity, my fasting.This rose is here to stay--It guides me to an eternal Garden.My thoughts, my goals, my actions are preparing my place in that Garden.That is where I will rest my roots--As long as this rose remains in my heart.(starlight)

WHO AM I?

People struggle with what to call themselves as it defines who they are, and what people think they are. Many would like to go by their job title, such as Doctor, Lawyer, or some other important title. Others would like to go by their political affiliations, such as Republican, or Democrat, Liberal, or Conservative. But who are we?

Job titles, or political affiliations does not make us who we are, it goes deeper than that. what makes who we are is what we believe, and not just believe, but practice in our lives. I have been told a believer is a doer.I ask myself that question from time to time who am I, and what do I want to be? I believe it is not in the good times when everything is going your way, you will find out who you are.

But it is in the time you struggle the most, when every thing goes wrong. When it seems everyone is against you, and in the face of adversity your true self will show through, then you will know who you are, and what you are.If you don't like who you are, you can always work to change it. That's something God has given us an opportunity to do.

We can always work to improve ourselves, and should, we need to be the best we can be, not just for ourselves, but for everyone else around us.Who am I, I am just one imperfect human being trying to do the best I can in this life. While hoping that I am not making it harder on someone else trying to do the best they can also. (A.M)

DANCE LIKE NO ONE`S WATCHING

~Dance Like No One's Watching~

We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are.
After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with, we will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.

We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when?
Your life will always be filled with challenges. It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza.
He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin -real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."

This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way, so, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one.
So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy... Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

So, Work like you don't need money. Love like you've never been hurt and Dance Like no one's watching. Unknown

THE SEARCH

The Search

Where are you?The daily search of my life.The only one who I will give my heart to.The one I have been looking for, and always will, until that day comes.The day when I find you.You are... unexplainable, unpredictable, unimaginable.How I wait to know you.Know your name.Know who you are.For I pray the day come soon.The day I discover you.The day when all searching is over, and I know you are "the one".How I long for this day.Wanting it, to keep me from the tears at night.Save me the pain inside, of loving anyone but you.Stop me from wanting it.Keep me from the desires of the world.In my prayers, will you remain.Praying for you, whoever you may be.And will continue to, until the day you are found.Asking the God of my soul to watch over you all the days of your life. Praying your heart be dedicated to Godso through you, I will richly bestrengthened in the faith I live my life for.In you, I pray God will remain always.The search will go on.The day has yet to come.My soul waits for you, longing for you.Never giving up, I have faith. I believe.I will find you.God will send you to me.So the search will go on, until you, my love, is finally discovered (v.m)

Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, "Be my Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses, and the note would always say, "I love you even more this year, than last year on this day." "My love for you will always grow, with every passing year." She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear.
She thought, he ordered roses in advance before this day. Her loving husband did not know, that he would pass away. He always liked to do things early, way before the time. Then, if he got too busy, everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems, and placed them in a very special vase. Then, sat the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face. She would sit for hours, in her husband's favorite chair. While staring at his picture, and the roses sitting there.
A year went by, and it was hard to live without her mate. With loneliness and solitude, that had become her fate. Then, the very hour, as on Valentines before, The doorbell rang, and there were roses, sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in, and then just looked at them in shock. Then, went to get the telephone, to call the florist shop. The owner answered, and she asked him, if he would explain. Why would someone do this to her, causing her such pain?"I know your husband passed away, more than a year ago," The owner said, "I knew you'd call, and you would want to know.""The flowers you received today, were paid for in advance." "Your husband always planned ahead, he left nothing to chance.""There is a standing order, that I have on file down here, And he has paid, well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing, that I think you should know, He wrote a special little card...he did this years ago." "Then, should ever, I find out that he's no longer here, That's the card...that should be sent, to you the following year."She thanked him and hung up the phone, her tears now flowing hard. Her fingers shaking, as she slowly reached to get the card. Inside the card, she saw that he had written her a note. Then, as she stared in total silence, this is what he wrote...
"Hello my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone, I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome.""I know it must be lonely, and the pain is very real. For if it was the other way, I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life. I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife." "You were my friend and everything, you fulfilled my every need. I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy, even when you shed your tears. That is why the roses will be sent to you for years.""When you get these roses, think of all the happiness, That we had together, and how both of us were blessed.I have always loved you and I know I always will. But, my love, you must go on, you have some living still."
"Please...try to find happiness, while living out your days. I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.The roses will come every year, and they will only stop, When your door's not answered, when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day, in case you have gone out. But after his last visit, he will know without a doubt,To take the roses to the place, where I've instructed him, And place the roses where we are, together once again." (Theecarey)