From the Womb

God picks up the reed flute world and blows.

Each note is a need coming through one of us, a passion, a longing pain.

Remember the lips where the wind-breath originated and let your note be clear.

Don't try to end it. Be your note.

--Rumi

Walking In The Air

Krishna Speaks

"I am the fluidity of water.
I am the silver light of the moon and the golden light of the sun.
I am the AUM chanted in all the Vedas:
the Cosmic Sound moving, as if soundlessly, through the ether.
I am the manliness of men.
I am the good sweet smell of the moist earth.
I am the luminescence of fire;
the sustaining life of all living creatures.
I am self-offering in those who would expand their little lives into cosmic life.
O Arjuna, know Me as the eternal seed of all creatures.
In the perceptive, I am their perception.
In the great, I am their greatness.
In the glorious, it is I who am their glory."

Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 7

Songs of Devotion//Echoes of Zion

Awesome vinyl rip via GhostCapital:


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http://ghostcapital.blogspot.com/2010/12/echoes-of-zion-sound-of-spirituals.html


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Don't Be Afraid

Buck

ANTHEM/// Buck Ramsey

And in the morning I was riding

Out in the breaks of that long plain,

And leather creaking in the quieting

Would sound with trot and trot again.

I lived in time with horse hoof falling;

I listened well and heard the calling

The earth, my mother, bade to me,

Though I would still ride wild and free.

And as I flew out on the morning

Before the bird, before the dawn,

I was the poem, I was the song.

My heart would beat the world a warning–

Those horsemen now rode all with me,

And we were good and we were free.

We were not told, but ours the knowing

We were the native strangers there

Among the things the land was growing–

To know this gave us more the care

To let the grass keep at its growing

And let the streams keep at their flowing.

We knew the land would not be ours,

That no one has the awful powers

To claim the vast and common nesting,

To own the life that gave him birth,

Much less to rape his Mother Earth

And ask her for a mother's blessing,

And ever live in peace with her.

And, dying, come to rest with her.

Oh, we would ride and we would listen

And hear the message on the wind.

The grass in morning dew would glisten

Until the sun would dry and blend

The grass to ground and air to sky.

We'd know by bird or insect flying,

Or by their mood or by their song,

If time and moon were right or wrong

For fitting works and rounds to weather.

The critter coats and leaves of trees

Might flash some signal with a breeze–

Or wind and sun on flower or feather.

We knew our way from dawn to dawn,

And far beyond, and far beyond.

It was the old ones with me riding

Out through the fog fall of the dawn,

And they would press me to deciding

If we were right or we were wrong.

For time came we were punching cattle

For men who knew not spur nor saddle,

Who came with locusts in their purse

To scatter loose upon the earth.

The savage had not found this prairie

Till some who hired us came this way

To make the grasses pay and pay

For some raw greed no wise and wary

Regard for grass could satisfy.

The old ones wept, and so did I.

Do you remember? We'd come jogging

To town with jingle in our jeans,

And in the wild night we'd be bogging

Up to our hats in last month's dreams.

It seemed the night could barely hold us

With all those spirits to embold us

While, horses waiting on three legs.

We'd drain the night down to the dregs.

And just before beyond redemption

We'd gather back to what we were.

We'd leave the money left us there

And head our horses for the wagon.

But in the ruckus, in the whirl

We were the wolves of all the world.

The grass was growing scarce for grazing, 

Would soon turn sod or soon turn bare.

The money men set to replacing 

The good and true in spirit there.

We could not say, there was no knowing,

How ill the future winds were blowing. 

Some cowboys even shunned the ways

Of cowboys in the trail-herd days,

(But where's the gift not turned for plunder?)

Forgot that we are what we do

And not the stuff we lay claim to.

I dream the spell that we were under–

I throw in with a cowboy band

And go out horseback through the land.

So mornings now I'll go out riding

Through pastures of my solemn plain,

And leather creaking in the quieting

Will sound with trot and trot again.

I'll live in time with horse hoof falling,

I'll listen well and hear the calling

The earth, my mother, bids to me,

Though I will still ride wild and free.

And as I ride out on the morning

Before the bird, before the dawn,

I'll be this poem, I'll be this song.

My heart will beat the world a warning–

Those horsemen will ride all with me,

And we'll be good, and we'll be free.

McKenna Cracks The Whip

Video recommended by Lauren Elizabeth and her beau Matthew

Aaaaaahhhhhh.

"Be-true-be-you. That's it that's all I have to say."

Healing medicine from the children!!!!

Video recommended by the brilliant cosmic voice master Melanie Rose. To hear Melanie sing with her magical cherrywood harp, go here...

Prayer At Night

Not enough time can pass to keep us from our own Lord...God give me the silence of humility, that will give me the perspective to wait when You want me to wait. Teach me how to use my waiting time for the purposes of Love. Give me the strength to see through my doubt, to give love to my doubt, quietly or loudly for my SOUL to hear. Please teach me the harmony of maturity.

Rainbow Bird

Made of Stars

MADE OF STARS

2008

I am not an apartment or a car

Not the beer on the kitchen floor

Or the notice on the door

I am not a mess

Not the clothes that don't fit anymore

Famous unknown or rich or poor

Or the faded intention of the day

I am not a dress

Not anything I've left undone

Not the day that I'm not any fun

Not the girl I want to be

Or the girl I've already been

Crying for health achievement and wealth

Because I have this to say to myself

And I would say please say it too

But it's up to you

What you've gotta do

I am not my figure

I am not my clothes

I wear the brightest colors down my body in a row

The Spirit is the Savior

I'm not on my own

With or without a lover we all have a lover's soul

Now, when you wonder how you're only human, but made of stars

Now will show you how

You are not the sound inside your brain

Not an artifact of pain

Not an addiction or a bore

You are not a trap

Not the time you have to wait

Not the time that calls your name

Not commitment or escape

You are not the past

And is anything the way you see it

With or without words, the story of freedom

Doesn't ever have to be just a nightmare or a dream

Why would I let fear of death

Tell me that all there is to expect

Is sorrow, envy or regret

That I'll remember or forget

Like a paycheck

I'm not my place of birth

Though the truest law I've heard is the sound of Mother Earth

I surrender to the season

Help me, help me grow

Cause I wont live forever

But forever in my soul

Now, when you wonder how you're only human, but made of stars

Now will show you how

Paramahansa Cracks the Whip

So long as we believe in our heart of hearts

that our capacity is limited and we grow anxious

and unhappy, we are lacking in faith.
One who truly trusts in God
has no right to be anxious about anything.

Paramahansa Yogananda

Door of My Heart by Paramahansa Yogananda, sang by Swami Kriyananda

Happy Birthday George!

I'm grateful to anyone,

That is happy or 'free'

For giving me hope

While I'm looking to see

The light that has lighted the world

George Harrison

Happy birthday to someone who went for it and spoke his truth, with love, joy and fearless devotion to the Lord of his heart. Not to mention the incredible legacy he left for people who love music, the beautiful worlds he created with his songs that are now here for us to enjoy and explore in our own lives. He's with us forever. We love you George Harrison!!!

O Ernest Holmes!

Image borrowed from Kai Leimetter

O Soul of mine, look out and see; look up and know Thy freedom.

Be not cast down nor dismayed; be uplifted within me and exult, for Thy Salvation has come.

Behold the wonders of the Great Whole and the marvels of the Universe.

Look out and see Thy good. It is not afar off, but is at hand.

Prepare Thyself to accept and believe; to know and live.

Let Life enter and live through Thee, Soul of mine, and rejoice that Thou hast vision so fair and so complete.

Rejoice that the Perfect Whole is so completely reflected through thee.

My light has come.

Ernest Holmes//Science of Mind

Communion

a song that came two years ago in LA...reminding me that it IS possible to love all beings...


Walked down the street after work
Full of restaurants
Saw a lot of families having dinner
And I missed mine
Came upon one, mom and son
Being served up
Gave me a shiver, they had talking eyes

Mom said, Here's one thing I can always count on
In this meal I feel life, and I can taste it
Son said, Mother, I know we share this
Break the bread and be mine

You can turn that sadness into happiness, you know it's all good...

Ran down the street, late for work
Thinking about myself
Passed a lot of men and women sleeping
On the ground
Came upon one
Who stood straight up and said to me
I can give you a smile, if you can give a little money

Love said, Here's one thing you can always count on
In this man you touch Life, and you cannot fake it
Man said, Sister, I know we share this
Give me yours and I'll give you mine

You can turn that sadness into happiness, you know it's all good...

To the Lakota, Realness, and White Buffalo Calf Woman

I just want to take a moment to acknowledge the star image at the top of this page, to explain its usage in this context and dispel any misunderstanding. It has a place of honor on this site with humble respect to the energy and purpose of PtesanWi, or White Buffalo Calf Woman. Because this is an issue that deserves respect and forthrightness, I wanna make it clear, especially to the Lakota, that I'm not making any claims of lineage or appropriation. The Lakota as well as all Native peoples of America have suffered too much casual exploitation and undermining, and reserve the right to protect their tradition. With the presence of this sacred image, I intend only to broaden awareness of the Holy medicine that PtesanWi brings to all.

With respect to the infinite knowledge this presence holds, I'm choosing not to share what I "know" about PtesanWi--  I'm definitely not an authority. There's so much I have to learn about her, what she has to share, what she can reflect to us about who we truly are and where we are at in our development. I'm continuing my own study, and all I wish to do by presenting this image is inspire further acknowledgement, learning and respectful research into this presence that has returned to us for the greater healing of our hearts.

In this incarnation it's my mission to acknowledge and honor without fear ALL that speaks to my soul. It can be a tall order because people are scary when they disagree with you. People can also be hurt when you don't give the highest respect to who they are and what they believe-- especially those who, like the Native Americans, have endured relentless persecution. So humbly, with much gratitude, and with prayers for blessing and forgiveness from our Holy Mother, I offer the praises of this firm and honest energy that calls us to be real with ourselves...whatever name you find yourself calling it by.


Image found at http://www.whitebuffalocalfwoman.net/ , rights reserved by owner.

the Spirit within all beings

"  Stand forth and speak, Spirit within me

    Proclaim Thy presence, announce Thy course

    Declare through me Thy wondrous works and

    Let the children of men hear Thy voice.

    Behold, He maketh all things new

    The Spirit within speaks words of Truth and Life to all.

    The Spirit within me is God.

I speak the Truth.  "

from The Science of Mind // Ernest Holmes