A Guest House for Grief
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Weapons of Mass Distraction
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I am Interested.
25 Wednesday Sep 2013
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The sum of all parts!
The Self we share..
14 Friday Jun 2013
Posted in Affirmations, Growing Pains Gone Poetry, Quotes, Rumi Recitals
Tags
diy, God, healing, home schooling, Prayer, Q&A, Rumi, Rumi Quotes, self-reflection
Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.The cave wants nothing to do
with the sun. This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we’ve been. A gold mine
is calling us into its temple. Instead,
we bend and keep picking up rocks
from the ground. Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source!
The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite of scolding
makes ecstasy more familiar. But
look, fish, you’re already in the ocean:
just swimming there makes you friends
with glory. What are these grudges about?
You are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cup
in your grain sack and accused you of being
a thief. Now he draws you aside and says,
“You are my brother. I am a prayer. You’re
the amen.” We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here. This is the prayer
of each: You are the source of my life.
You separate essence from mud. You honor
my soul. You bring rivers from the
mountain springs. You brighten my eyes.
The wine you offer takes me out of myself
into the self we share. Doing that is religion.
~Rumi
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New Work !! :)
08 Wednesday May 2013
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The words you force
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid any more. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you.
These words you force on me have backfired.
I see the colours you wear.
I must now forgive you.
The damage has been done. To yourself.
[ ABSENCE. A poem conceived by: Christina Clark ]
And so be it..
04 Saturday May 2013
Posted in Affirmations, Growing Pains Gone Poetry, Quotes
Tags
Activism and Peace Work, affirmations, empowermnt, peace, personal growth, poetry, self-confidence, self-reflection, spirituality, Stuart Wilde, Tao, Taoism
I am what I am.
In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.
In softness I have strength.
In silence I walk with the gods.
In peace I understand myself and the world.
In conflict I walk
away.
In detachment
I am free.
In respecting all living things, I respect myself.
In dedication I honor the courage within me.
In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.
In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.
In freedom
I have power.
In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.
In service I give of what I
have become.
I am what I am:
Eternal, immortal, universal, and infinite.
And so be it.
~ Stuart Wilde
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Be You..tiful
30 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Photography, Quotes
I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.
~Margaret Cho
A poem is born.. (in honor of National Poetry Month)
30 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in Growing Pains Gone Poetry, Writing
Tags
inspiration, Lewinsky, National Poetry Month, poetry, secret keeping, skeletons in my closet, writing therapy
There once was a skeleton
that dangled from the hanger
hung next to a blue dress
who’s infamous
reputation of a fundamental
mistress
migrated
rapidly
ricocheting within
close confinement
of secrets closeted
her stains could not sustain
the once unsullied
intentions
interlaced into her bosom
in darkness she nested
neglected
seemingly unseen
forgotten
like
long term memory
until one day of
disorderly
disdain
a prose was provoked
poetry hence projected
and all that was hidden
was summoned into sight
and as I write
doors open to the
dormant..
dim is brought to bright
and diction brings forth light
such is life
of the dead
that lives through present
transcript
sacred verses
unveiled
blogged
and shared
ugly endings
resurface
in search of
a seamstress..
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A Quotation About The Importance Of Having Passion For Your Work From Iyanla Vanzant
20 Saturday Apr 2013
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what Iyanla said…
Life After Death
25 Monday Mar 2013
Posted in Photography, Treading Thoughts, Writing
I woke up this morning to find a writing picture prompt in my front yard. Doesn’t this picture speak volumes of oxymorons?
Candid Concourse 
