I roam
in the forests
of my imagination
on a quest
to find
what can’t be found
I wander
through the woods
of my troubled soul
on a quest
to experience
what can’t be experienced
never sitting down
always moving on
I am a wanderer
Monthly Archives: January 2013
I’ve been longing, desiring, clinging, anticipating, deceiving
I’ve been searching, wanting, walking
I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own
Because I want to give it all to you.
I’ve been singing, joking, laughing, crying, loosing
I’ve been dancing, running, hiding, reassuring
I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own
Because I want to give it all to you.
I’ve been talking, serenading, claiming, living, hoping
I’ve been hurting, disclaiming, forgetting, learning
I’ve been in love. I’ve been alone; I’d rather surrender all of my own
Because I want to give it all to you.
I just want to keep loving
I just want to give it all to you!
©FarrahGeorgescu
The Idiosyncrasies Of Restless Mind by FarrahGeorgescu is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported License.
I wrote this bit back on the 28 March 2010, the part that I am going to publish is just the end of a longer post but I feel as if it can hold its own.
Searching for a soul is like reading and following lines on a treasure map.
Searching for that buried treasure or finally finding that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
An entire lifetime of searching, hunting and morphing to find ourselves.
An entire lifetime to find that soul that self, was where we left it to keep it safe…
At the beginning of the labyrinth under a rock before we began to doubt ourselves as human beings.
She was a lonely girl,
Afraid of the dark as well.
Until one day she looked down,
And her shadows were found.
The shadows followed her
Never deserted her
They were the closest thing to a friend she knew.
When she was lonely, she looks down.
There they were. There they stayed.
Stuck by her side till the day she bought her ticket.
Day, night, they never faltered.
The shadows loved her.
And she…she loved the shadows.
She was a lonely girl,
Afraid of the dark as well.
Until one day she looked down,
And her shadows were found.
She watched him being lowered down in the casket,
As he helplessly lay down, still as a stone;
With a cigar in his breast pocket and a bottle of rum by his side
These would be his only companions from now on,
Now that he’s gone!
That he had raised her was an understatement;
He was the best father in her eyes.
Catering to all her needs and showering her with love profound
He was always there, since her mother’s demise.
Oh! How much her heart cries!
She could feel an excruciating pain
Like a thousand knives rupturing her heart!
But tears betrayed her as she stood there entranced,
And they thought she was hiding it rather smart:-
Inside, she was torn apart!
She felt guilty as she wanted it to end!
The sickness did rob him off his life’s bliss.
The agonizing, never ending battle with…
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i wondered what images the matrix would provide when computing an abstract concept, like silence. i was happy to discover that all concepts of silence as it relates to our world were represented.
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peaceful
breathtaking
reflective/contemplative
zen
terrifying
even more terrifying
golden
chosen
forced
artistic
painful
surreal
interesting to note that no pictures shows a true moment of silence accurately. rarely in our lives is there a complete absense of sound…
and im ok with that. except when im sleeping 🙂
love odie and odie mama.
I’ll meet you under the banyan tree at sunset where silent roots grow,
where the villagers come to pray each day.
I’ll meet you when the sky glows fiery embers.
We can sit and trace a trajectory of love and peace with our fingers around the stars
as they appear one by one in the darkening sky.
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Alas, two souls are living in my breast,
And one wants to separate itself from the other.
One holds fast to the world with earthy passion
And clings with twining tendrils:
The other lifts itself with forceful craving
To the very roof of heaven.
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– Goethe (Faust)
This was taken this morning as I stepped out of my place and saw the bright red and gold colors. I love it when it’s like this in the morning, so cold but so colorful and bright.
Humility is not an easy
concept to define, it is
even harder to live. Where
are the lines between
self-confidence, arrogance,
and humility? We must ask
ourselves, “should I be, am I
humble? If so, why is this important?
H elp me to see that I am not better than you.
U nity is the goal of love.
M e first does not wonk if all want it.
I gnite this world of darkness with love.
L earn the joy of giving.
I nvite all to enter the Light
T hink carefully before you act or speak
Y earn to be one with our Creator from whence all come.
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Knowledge of the self is the mother of all knowledge. So it is incumbent on me to know my self, to know it completely, to know its minutiae, its characteristics, its subtleties, and its very atoms.
~ Kahlil Gibran~
Posted by Steve Beckow on January 17, 2013 / Comments Off
A reader has asked me to offer my opinion on how to cause the bliss to rise and be experienced in us.
Before starting out, I need to make what is becoming a standard disclaimer that I am not qualified to be a spiritual teacher. I am not an enlightened being in this lifetime. As a starseed, like you, chances are that I’ve been enlightened in other lifetimes.
That comes with being a starseed here to help with Ascension and is not unique to me. It applies to you as well. But I have no evidence this lifetime of being enlightened.
But I do enjoy discussing these matters just because they’re inherently joy-filled subjects. It gives me bliss, quite frankly, just to talk about them.
So let me say first off that I don’t think I can…
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My arms are wide open so I can receive abundance from the universe.
My eyes are wide open, so I can see the beauty in all that surrounds me.
My ears are wide open so I can feel the whispers of guides and angels.
My heart is wide open so I can give and receive unconditional Love.
~ Jean-Guy Martin ~
THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES!! Let it go and stop trying to chalk everything up to coincidence. The Universe is highly organized, composed of Laws… like gravity, which leaves nothing to chance. Every symbolic connection you make serves a purpose.
© Shaheen Miro 2012
Wonders of Wandering 