Giving AND Receiving – Keeping in Rhythm with the Universe

*** tHIS IS FOR THOSE THAT CAN WALK THE WALK ***

Giving & Receiving Oracle Card - Doreen Virtue

tHANKS tANIA mARIE… please visit rest of post to read all the werds….This repost-it is in response to a blog this am i saw that says love is forevr …lol …when it appears werds are jest cheap werds an actions speak much louder, for some. ..Talk is cheap yes indeed …but not in this ladys blog werld where, Creating Life is a Work of Art, too bad all artists don’t see it thata way …

Stress can be a result of over-giving, which can lead to other effects as a result, including damaging emotions that can build, and the same can happen if you are receiving in imbalance. 😦

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……. Splendid day to one an all …….

Q

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PS: Again; a big heartfelt  ThanQ goes out frum Q to all the moms an or woman that love their sons or daughters and/ or their men! Some of us men couldn’t live without ya! mom an friends; an wise women 🙂

Happy Valentines day peace &..namaste

Tania Marie

Giving & Receiving Oracle Card - Doreen Virtue Giving & Receiving Oracle Card – Doreen Virtue

I spent last evening putting together gift bags for the beautiful souls soon to arrive at the upcoming Reiki Renewal Retreat on the 20th and it had me again pondering the art of giving and receiving that is another of the great lessons I have had to learn to balance in my own life. This prompted me to write this short share about it.

I feel that it can be a challenge for many to balance giving and receiving in a healthy way and especially in terms of opening to receiving and embracing your own value and self-worth that comes along with that. I know that there is a lot of conditioned victim or martyr energy we have learned and this is an essential aspect to look at integrating, as self-denial and self-worth will have a direct result on your ability to…

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Signals to her Heart

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* Signals to her Heart *

Out where the ocean beats its calm thunder
against grainy shores of quartz and sand,
she strolls, hands pocketed in a flowing gown
of pearl-like luminance.
I can see her with hair the color of sky’s deepest night
when it whispers to the sun’s widow
to masquerade as the sickle’s light.
*
So this is she.
The only one who knows me as I am
though untouched is my skin.
The world from which she steps pounces from mystery,
announces her calm purity
like a willow tree bent to still waters.
*
In this unhurt place she takes her body
to the shoreline listening for sounds beneath the waves
that tell her what to do.
How great is her love?
Will it take her across the sea to me?
Does she hear my heart’s voice before the translation?
*
She scoops some sand with her ivory hands and
like an hourglass the particles fall having borrowed time
for a chance to touch her beauty.
Her lips move with prayers of grace as she tells
the wind her story;
even the clouds gather overhead to listen.
Her gestures multiply my love with the sign of infinity,
disentangled from all calculations,
adorning her face with a poetry of tears.
*
I am unsummoned though I hear her voice
so clear it startles me.
I watch her because I can.
I know her because she is me.
I love her because she is not me.
*
In all my movement, in the vast search
for something that will replace me,
I have found her on this shoreline, her faint footprints,
signatures of perfection that embarrass time with their fleeting nature.
I am like the cave behind her watching from darkness,
hollowed from tortured waves
into a vault that yearns to say what she cannot resist.
A language so pure it releases itself
from my mouth like long-held captives
finally ushered to their home;
jubilant gods dancing away from sorrow’s reach.
*
She turns her head and looks past me as if I were a ghost unseen,
yet I know she sees my deepest light.
I know the ocean is no boundary to her love.
She is waiting for the final path to my heart to become clear.
And I am waiting for something deep inside
to take my empty hands and fill them with her face
so I can know the rehearsals were numbered,
and all the splinters were signals to her heart.
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Wingmakers Chamber 16 Painting

Wingmakers Chamber 16 poetry & Art

 

~ Nothing Matters ~

Space is curved
so no elevator can slither to its stars.
Time is a spindle of the present
that spins the past and future away.
Energy is an imperishable force
so permanence can be felt.
Matter flings itself to the universe,
perfectly pitiless in its betrayal of soul.
*
You can only take away
what has been given you.
*
Have you not called the ravens the foulest of birds?
Is their matter and energy so different than ours?
Are we not under the same sky?
Is their blood not red?
Their mouth pink, too?
*
Molten thoughts, so hot they fuse space and time,
sing their prophecies of discontent.
Listen to their songs in the channels of air
that curl overhead like temporary tattoos
of light’s shimmering ways.
*
Am I merely a witness of the betrayal?
Where are you who are cast to see?
How have you been hidden from me?
Is there a splinter that carries you to the whole?
*
If I could speak your names I would call you to my side
and take your hands so gentle you would not see me,
feeling only the warm passage of time
and the tremor of your spine moving you to weep.
*
Space is curved so I must bend.
Time is a spindle so I must resolve its center.
Energy, an imperishable force I must ride.
And matter, so pitiless I refuse to be betrayed.
*
So I stand naked to the coldest wind
and ask it to carve out an island in my soul
in honor of you who stand beside me in silence.
Lonely, I live on this island assured of one thing:
that of space, time, energy, and matter; nothing matters.
Yet when I think of you in the cobwebbed corner,
hoveled without wings
like a seed planted beneath a dead tree stump,
I know you are watching
with new galaxies wild in your breast.
I know you are listening
to the lidded screams smiling their awkward trust.
All I ask of you is to throw me a rope sometimes
so I can feel the permanence of your heart.
It’s all I need in the face of nothing matters.

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~above poetry is frum wingmakers chamber 16~
SHIVANANDI ADI
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PROLLY OME OF Y FAV PIECES TO LISTEN TO ROUND THE HOUSE…….. lol

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WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge Texture

Ok Kinna schetched out over the Pingback master at werdpress daily post…

guess they didn’t like my last post …

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i gave ping back a couple rings and well no answer but see others pop up ever since… so all i can do is wunder what is up with that…anyone that reads me from wordpress? possibly got an answer, er is there some guideline or boundry i have crossed please tell me ? i am wunderin till then well i am jest schetched out a bit With a Bit of Texture of course round da fringes i guess 🙂 over an out frum

Q

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OVER AN OUT FRUM Q

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Wingmakers 13 My Son Nameless Boy

A tribute to both of my sons! with honor! and love! 4 ever!

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My Son

My Son
~~~~~~~
My son is two.
I watch him walk
like a drunken prince.
With his body bare I can see
his soul better.
His shoulder blades
gesture like vestiges of wings.
His features stenciled upon pale flesh
by hands that have been before me.
***
He so wants to be like me.
His every movement like a dusty mirror
or awkward shadow of a bird in flight.
Every sound an echo heard.
Every cell pregnant with my urges.
But my urge is to be like him.
To return to childhood’s safe embrace
and certain honor.
***
If I return to this place
I hope my eyes will look again upon his face
even until his blades are wings once more.
Until I have circled his creaturehood
and know every hidden cleft
where I have left my print indelible
unable to be consumed.
Until all that he is
is in me and our hands are clasped, forged,
entwined, in voiceless celebration.
***
Until we are alone like two leaves shimmering
high above a treeless landscape
never to land.

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Nameless Boy

Nameless Boy
~~~~~~~~~~
Beyond the frontier
where borders blur into unknown thoughts
there is a nameless boy–
a drop of pure human light.
Through narrow cracks in the splintered fence
I watch his innocence with envy,
searching for the right meaning of his movements.
The twilight of his smile
nourishes my heart
like crumbs of God’s light.
A longing in my mouth to speak,
to weep,
and gather this child into my arms
and encipher his nature into mine.
Through the exchange of eyes–
glances, purloined and routed into blindness,
our language annulled.
I can only grope towards him
with antenna thoughts
that dance in praise of his youthful beauty.
***
I am waiting for stones to bloom.
For venomous skies to wander into oblivion.
For tracks to emerge like dust in a beam of light.
***
Life’s clever poison
is closing the gate.
The cracks are mended–the vision expunged.
And the nameless boy dissolves,
for there was no earth inside him.

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Time is the only factor that distorts this otherwise clear connection between the individual and Universal Entity. Time intervenes and creates pockets of despair, hopelessness, and abandonment. However, it is these very “pockets” that often activate the Source Codes of the entity and establish a more intimate and harmonious relationship with the Universal Entity. Time establishes separation of experience and this creates doubt in the Universal Entityís system of fairness and overarching purpose. In turn, this creates fear that the universe is not a mirror but rather a chaotic, whimsical energy.
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Philosophy!?
When the human instrument is aligned with the Sovereign Integral and lives from this perspective as a developing reality, it attracts a natural state of harmony. This does not necessarily mean that the human instrument is without problems or discomforts, rather it signifies a perception that there is an integral purpose in what life reveals. In other words, natural harmony perceives that life experience is meaningful to the extent you are aligned with the Sovereign Integral, and that your personal reality must flow from this strata of the multidimensional universe in order to create lasting joy and inner peace. 

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*an if’n ya are bored this eve check out the interview with james frum wingmakers below 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GIeUpOigus

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Arrival Wingmakers Chamber 12

Chamber 12 artwerk  - wingmakers new mexico

Chamber 12 artwerk – wingmakers – new mexico site

 

Arrival

..I have held a vigil for lucidity
out in the horizonless fields where nothing shines
but the light of my fire
and the silver disk of the endless night.
~~~~~~~~~~~
Suddenly, it’s clear that I’m alone in the wilderness
without human eyes to reach in to.
Alone with my treasure of sounds
in the pure silence of arrival…

low an slow

low an slow

Wingmakers

I am destined to sit on the riverbank
awaiting words from the naked trees
and brittle flowers that have lost their nectar.
A thousand unblinking eyes
stare out across the water
from the other side.
Their mute voices seek rewards of another kind.
Their demure smiles leave me hollow.
**
Am I a perpetual stranger to myself?
(The thought brands me numb.)
Am I an orphan trailing pale shadows
that lead to a contemptuous mirror?
Where are these gossamer wings that my
destiny foretold?
I am waiting for the river to deliver them to me;
to lodge them on the embankment
at my feet.
*

What? why ? where? when ..? :)

What? why ? where? when ..? 🙂

*
My feet are shackles from another time.
My head, a window long closed
to another place.
Yet, there are places
that salvage the exquisite tongue
and assemble her wild light
like singing birds the sun.
I have seen these places among the stillness
of the other side.
Calling like a lover’s kiss
to know again what I have known before;
to reach into the Harvest
and leave my welcome.
***
These thoughts are folded so neatly
they stare like glass eyes fondling the past.
I listen for their guidance
but serpentine fields are my pathway.
When I look into the dark winds
of the virtual heart
I can hear its voice saying:
“Why are you trapped with wings?”
And I feel like a grand vision inscribed in sand
awaiting an endless wind.
**

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Will these wings take me
beneath the deepest camouflage?
Will they unmask the secret measures
and faithful dwellings of time?
Will they search out the infinite spaces
for the one who can define me?
*****
Wings are forgotten by all who travel with their feet.
Lines have been drawn so many times
that we seldom see the crossing
of our loss though we feel the loss of our crossing.
We sense the undertow of clouds.
The gravity of sky.
The painless endeavor of hope’s silent prayers.
But our wings shorn of flight
leave us like newborn rivers that babble over rocks
yearning for the depths of a silent sea.
******
I have found myself suddenly old.
Like the blackbirds that pour
from the horizon line,
my life has soared over this river searching for my wings.
There is no other key for me to turn.
There is no other legend for me to face.
Talking to flowers and gnarled trees
will only move me a step away–

Invisible wallz

Invisible wallz


when I really want to press my face against the windowpane
and watch the wing makers craft my wings.

****to go to the original wingmaker 12 poetry page click here ****


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*an if’n ya are bored this eve check out the interview with james frum wingmakers below 🙂

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GIeUpOigus

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tHIS iS hOW u reMIND mE

Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb dis’ is

How u reMind me!”

How can you see into my eyes Like open doors?

How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors?

“How You Remind Me”
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Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I’m sick of sight without a sense of feeling
*
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
*
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream “are we having fun yet?”
*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
*
It’s not like you didn’t know that
I said I love you and I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
Cause living with me must have damn near killed you
*
And this is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how, you remind me
Of what I really am
*
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream “are we having fun yet?”
*
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no
*
Never made it as a wise man
I couldn’t cut it as a poor man stealing
*
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
*
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
*
It’s not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I’m mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down,
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream “are we having fun yet?”
*
[3x]
Yeah, yeah, are we having fun yet?
~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah, yeah, no, no.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Wake me up Inside

Yeah, yeah, no, no,

if only everyone cared!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLKjFkIqYGU

wAKE mE uP iNSIDE

~ Evanescence ~

Wake me up Inside

How can you see into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where I’ve become so numb

*

what do U see?

what do U see?

Without a soul
My spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there
And lead it back home

*

(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark

(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone

*
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve becomeNow that I know what I’m without
You can’t just leave me
Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life
*
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
*
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
*
Bring me to life
(I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside)
Bring me to life
*
Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you, all the life among the dead
*
(All of this I, I can’t believe I couldn’t see)
(Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me)
I’ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything
*
(Without a thought)
(Without a voice, without a soul)
(Don’t let me die here)
(There must be something more)
Bring me to life
*
(Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I can’t wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
Call my name and save me from the dark
*
(Wake me up)
Bid my blood to run
(I can’t wake up)
Before I come undone
(Save me)
Save me from the nothing I’ve become
*
Bring me to life
(I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside)
Bring me to life
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Songwriters
Amy Lee;Ben Moody;David Hodges

Published by
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Song: Wake me up Inside (A.K.A. Bring me to Life)
Band: Evanescence
Album: Fallen
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A splendid Humpday 2 one an all! werldwide…….

frum da’ Q