Posts Tagged "love"

Again Daddy…Again!!

Again Daddy…Again!!

Reading at Waimea practice 3/17/2012 Warm waves gently Lapping about us The summer current Partners in our play Again Daddy! Again! Nose to nose Pure innocence beamed And I wondered Who really was holding who? Are you ready? Yes Daddy…AGAIN! Leaving my arms Squealing Legs flailing Eyes so wide I’d thought they’d burst A masterpiece mixture Of Terror Freedom Trust I knew She...

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What matters…

What matters…

Reading at Anara practice 2/27/2012 A few years ago, at the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100yard dash. At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish to run the race to the finish and win. All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled over a couple of...

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I am your Friend….

I am your Friend….

Reading at Koloa Practice 2-13-2012 I am your friend and my love for you goes deep. There is nothing I can give you which you do not have: but there is much, very much that while I cannot give it, you can take. No heaven can come to us unless our hearts find rest in today. Take heaven! No peace lies in the future which is not hidden in this present little instant. Take peace! The gloom of the...

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And For No Reason…

And For No Reason…

Reading at Koloa and Anara practice 2/13/2012 And For no reason I start skipping like a child. And For no reason I turn into a leaf That is carried so high I kiss the Sun’s mouth And dissolve. And For no reason A thousand birds Choose my head for a conference table, Start passing their Cups of wine And their wild songbooks all around. And For every reason in existence I begin to...

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Think on these things…

Think on these things…

Reading at Koloa practice 1/30/2012 It is only when you are constantly learning that you find truth, and you cannot inquire, observe,learn, you cannot be deeply aware, if you are afraid. So the foundation of education, is to eradicate, inwardly as well as outwardly, this fear that destroys human thought, human relationship and love. –J....

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To Become Concious…

To Become Concious…

Limber by Linaji Yoga reading Koloa 1/5/2012 To become conscious of ourselves as a body is to become conscious of mankind as one. Love is not something to be attained; it is the reality in which we exist. What is necessary is conversion, realization, enlightenment. I can operate from the viewpoint that I am me, you are you, the earth is the earth, and that’s the way it is. I can conceive of...

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When Love Beckons

When Love Beckons

Reading at Waimea practice  – 12/3/2012 When love beckons to you… follow The way is hard and steep but as we yield to the wings of Love It will unfold us. For even as love. lifts it dashes. For as Love is our growth it is our pruning. Love ascends to our height and caresses our most tender branches which quiver in the sun … So shall love descend to our roots and shake them in...

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Three things….

Three things….

Readings at Anara  and Koloa practices… 01/12/2012 Wisdom tells me I am nothing.  Love tells me I am everything.  Between these two, my life flows. —Nisargadata There are three things that are real: God, human folly, and laughter. The first two are beyond our comprehension, so we must do what we can with the third. —John Fitzgerald Kennedy, quoting from the Ramayana I am...

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Merely to be Held….

Merely to be Held….

Reading at Waimea practice 12/18/2011 I sit down on the floor of a school for the retarded, writer of magazine articles accompanying a band.  It was met at the door by a child in a man’s body who asked them, “Are you the surprise they promised us?” It’s Ryan’s Fancy, Dermot on guitar. Gus on banjo, Denis on penny-whistle.  In the eyes of this audience,...

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I have learned not to worry about Love…

I have learned not to worry about Love…

In the moment by Linaji Yoga reading Waimea practice 12/10/2011 I have learned not to worry about love but to honor its coming with all my heart. To examine the dark mysteries of the blood with headless heed and swirl, to know the rush of feelings swift and flowing as water. The source appears to be some inexhaustible spring within our twin and triple selves; the new face I turn up to you no one...

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