Mmm, juicy tendrils and tender vitals

www.shutram.com

Should you feel an ache in the chest, a pressure in the rib cage, as if the heart would break, that is all right. Your heart is not an object that can break... But if it were, they say the heart that breaks open can hold the whole universe. Your heart is that large. Trust it. Keep breathing...


-Joanna Macy

creation is not a choice, but a necessity. it is our nature to unfold time and space.

she always did say just the right thing..

So let's be strong you and me
the night is o- it is opening
our angels are falling
and they will warm
they will warm us
She asked, 'Right Now?
Right Here?"
I'm feelin' soon so soon my dear,
maybe california
maybe california
Until then there will be
starlight shining down
for every tear in every town

the end of the vid it is pretty
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tqnl8ZkUQLI

the Peace that surpasses all understanding

Clear, clear clear and go back to Port -- the Void from which we came..

www.hooponopono.org

and gaia.com/i_love_you

SHE LOVED THE SEA

Because I love the Sea.

YOSHIMOTOBANANA

FAQ in the interviews
here: http://www.yoshimotobanana.com/question_e/
in orange

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crow of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

rumi

i don't write the title cause you know it already

a poem

wHen We are ToGETher, LoVe*

and I will scrub your head

and You will wash my WHOLe body

and we WILL liCk eaCHother's kissy~cheeKs

we WiLL



and I wiLL see flowers that have aLready fallen

and think of You

the hEAviness=droopY with STunningness

i will BREAthe you IN like an aRoma~lilt

a succulent seedLing, ONly for meeee

i WiLL



and You will write wordz abOUT Me

that prickle my chest with tears

from how DeeP they are

from the CleAR Lens u sEE me in

You can hOLD me, and

U wiLL



i will CREAte tHE mosT hEART~HeAting fOOd

from~the~Cells~of~my~UterUS food

my aPRon smeAred with fIERCE smudges

you will moANache, full~mOON reel when you taSTe it

just IN Being, WE FiLL eachOTHer

We DO



I cTREAte aNgelDOLLS for U

crYStals shoved in their solar plexus, their groin, their knee

fEAthers splashing OUT from their arms

motherOF~PearL buttons seWn in Perfekt spotS

you Carry them pinned on the INside of your coat

with YOU aLWAYs, you say, and

I AM



we Do All this and More

we DO. and

WE Will....





~ delia woods

I WRITE OF THAT JOURNEY

I remember how my mother would hold me.
I would look up at her sometimes and see her weep.

I understand now what was happening.
Love so strong a force
it broke the cage,

and she disappeared from everything
for a blessed
moment.

All actions have evolved
from the taste of flight;
the hope of freedom
moves our cells
and limbs.


Don't forget love;
it will bring all the madness you need
to unfurl yourself across
the universe.

~ Mira ~

Love Poems from God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West by Daniel Ladinsky

When do you pick plums?

Our Heroes

Once upon a tıme ın a land called Turkey, Katy and Emma ate a whole watermelon. They felt lıke a whale. Just one, not two. They also ate a lot of sesame products. For example, tahını and those funny pretzley round delıghts. They kept themselves well-nourıshed wıth coolıng vegetables and coolıng fruıts, such as cucumber or watermelon. It appeared that they sat on buses a lot; however, thıs was a sımple ıllusıon, a trıck of the eye. All the same, tıcklıng aches began to gnaw at theır buttocks. Thus, they turned to watermelon to mask theır paın.

One day they oohed and aahed multıple tımes. It seemed they found themselves on many strange and dıfferent planets, wıthout ever leavıng the country. One planet was whıte lıke snow, another was fılled wıth boulders, yet another was an orb of endless stars and water, and from the last rose faıry chımneys.

Thıs left our heroes (Katy and Emma) a lıttle dazed and dızzy, but theır hearts thrıved from the beat of Earth under theır scuffed toes. Wıth every step they took, they gaıned deeper admıratıon for theır hardy (yet elegant) feet and marveled that all twenty toes are stıll safely attached.

THE END

In Japan in the spring we eat cucumbers.

~Shunryu Suzuki

Murphy!!!

hummingslink

calder

Defying the odds - acting oddly

http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/05/29/showcase-defying-the-odds-acting-oddly/

i don't think it's odd.

branches grow out of our heads

Autobiography of Red

something ancient inside my capillaries

Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Our fears are like dragons, guarding our most precious treasures.

I want to unfold,
I don't want to stay folded anywhere,
Because where I am folded,
There I am a lie..

I saw the sky and sea and sand and the flickering flames of the bonfire through my tears. All at once, it rushed into my head with tremendous speed, and made me feel dizzy. It was beautiful. Everything that happened was shockingly beautiful, enough to make you crazy.

— Banana Yoshimoto

warrior slinkster

Learn,
as you stand
at this end of the bridge which arcs,
from love, you think, into enduring love,
learn to reach deeper
into the sorrows
to come – to touch
the almost imaginary bones
under the face, to hear under the laughter
the wind crying across the black stones. Kiss
the mouth
which tells you, here,
here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

The still undanced cadence of vanishing.

Beauty

The things that keep you here

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens. A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother. A dress that makes you feel a little like the Goddess herself.

Sometimes you keep falling; you don't catch anything.

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you here. Sometimes you catch them. Sometimes you don't.

Sometimes they catch you."
— Francesca Lia Block

"He will close his eyes and think about what it means to live in a world full of invisible truths. Like gravity, and love. He will listen to the silent, inevitable force of children growing up."

mary oliver says,

One day you finally knew what
you had to do,
and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting their bad advice-
though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried with its
stiff fingers at the very foundations,
though their melancholy was terrible.
It was already late enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own,
that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world,
determined to do the only thing you could do -
determined to save the only life you could save.

Spirit Weaves

as a caterpillar spins an immaculate cocoon of my past i am pulled within myself noticing how the walls that separate us dissolves. i wonder what hides inside the undeniable silence that we try so hard to avoid?

Main Squeeze

you and i and everything else. our invention.

A kook of our kind (click)

Queen of Saanich?

peyote dream pond

my hood. 17th street. on my way home.

and see? happy toes. toe cat!

oroboros

Muni

another friend for nori and tezca and yoko and yumi

"the silent one"

a tiny slender slink girl with blue eyes and a paintbrush tail
and that heart blink knowing
ohh