f*ck capitalism.

The Wanderer's Prayer

As I wander through worlds of illusion,
May I remain confident
And remember my own mind.
May the Five Wisdoms shine.
May I recognise myself.

When earth, water, fire, air or ether rise up against me,
May I remember my teachers.
May blessings go before me,
And compassionate Queens of Space
Help me to cross this dangerous place.

When my old ways of thinking
Cause me to wander,
May I hear blessings
Even in the roar of a thousand thunders
And recognise this realm of shadows
For what it is.

Confident, may I see the Universal Energies.

Sarva mangalam. 


- The Tibetan Book of the Dead

Choose The Life That Is. Yours.

do not choose the lesser life.
do you hear me.
do you hear me.
choose the life that is. yours.
the life that is seducing your lungs.
that is dripping down your chin.

- nayyirah waheed

Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.

"Let yourself

be silently drawn

by the strange pull

of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray."

- Rumi

You Are Forgiven

"You have to say 

I am forgiven 

again and again 

until it becomes the story 

you believe about yourself"

- Cheryl Strayed

My kinda Saint.

Any true ecstasy
is a sign 
you are moving in the right direction.
Don't let any prude tell you otherwise.
- St. Teresa de Ávila

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy!

Thank you, Allen Ginsberg. 

(From Footnote To Howl.)

Be In Love.

Things Are Not What They Seem...

Things Are Not What They Seem

Nor Are They Otherwise.

- Laṅkāvatāra Sūtra

(Made - rather randomly - from one piece of paper: a vintage Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority map.)

Cutting Through Attachment

Made in Costa Rica, 2006.

This place where you are right now god circled on a map for you.

This place where you are right now

God circled on a map for you.

Wherever your eyes and arms and heart can move

Against the earth and sky.

The Beloved has bowed there—

Our Beloved has bowed there knowing

You were coming.

I could tell you a priceless secret about

Your real worth, dear pilgrim,

But any unkindness to yourself,

Any confusion about others,

Will keep one

From accepting the grace, the love,

The sublime freedom

Divine knowledge always offers to you.

Never mind, Hafiz, about

The great requirements this path demands

Of the wayfarers,

For your soul is too full of wine tonight

To withhold the wondrous Truth from this world.

But because I am so clever and generous,

I have already clearly woven a resplendent lock

Of Her tresses

As a remarkable truth and gift

In this poem and you.

- Hafiz of Persia

My Desires At The Tail End Of The Dragon

Shamelessly Stuck.

s h e d

gather

d e v o t i o n

Swept

What Would Love Do?

International Women's Day - desire stirring

Handmade collage
I began at the
International Women's Day
SpiralMuse women's circle I hosted
in my little cottage on
Sunday 8th March, 2009

It is definitely time to glue a new vision together.
One with less walls.
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Wild geese inspire late night rambling thoughts.

We do share this planet. Sometimes - too often - it is easy to forget this. We do share the earth. We do share the sky. We do share the oceans and rivers. We do share the air that we breathe.

Today - for a moment - it was easier for me to remember. Wild geese and humans, each desiring a safe return home. A moment. A flow-flow on the air current. A slight turn. A flap-flap of wings. A miraculous landing. Safe returns for some.

Tonight the homeless children I work with delighted in sharing. Feathers. Stickers. Paintbrushes. It didn't really matter what. They had the experience of feeling good while relating in this new way. It was a game. They felt connected. Seen. Wanting to share is unusual for them. Their lives are rich in scarcity.

I think of the Middle East. Africa. I know I sound ridiculously naive, but my aching heart begs can't we just share?

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Wild Geese
by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

from Dream Work by Mary Oliver

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