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Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Gandhi- The Unseen Power

There is an indefinable mysterious Power that pervades everything. I feel it, though I do not see it. It is this unseen Power which makes itself felt and yet defies all proof, because it is so unlike all that I perceive through my senses. It transcends the senses. But it is possible to reason out the existence of God to a limited extent.

But God is no God who merely satisfies the intellect. God to be God must rule the heart and transform it. God must express himself in even the smallest act of his votary. This can only be done through a definite realization more real than the five senses can ever produce. Sense perception can be, and often are, false and deceptive, however real they may appear to us. Where there is realization outside the sense it is infallible. It is proved not by extraneous evidence but in the transformed conduct and character of those who have felt the real presence of God within. Such testimony is to be found in the experiences of an unbroken line of prophets and sages in all countries and climates. To reject this evidence is to deny oneself.

Reference~Mohandas Gandhi Essential Writings, John Dear

Saturday, April 23, 2016

A Corset

Your memory is like a corset tightly tied around my chest. It brings back pain of your absence and joy of your memory. Everything in my life is connected to you. My past (even before we met), my present state, and my future hope (or uncertainties).

One stone thrown into the water causes a ripple. The gaze of the Beloved peering inside of me set the ripple into motion.

Time moves on and with it new places, new people, new memories- more space to breathe. The memory of your face I can never forget. The pain I now live around.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

My Butterfly Dream- The Golden Ratio

From Journal Entry 12/20/2015

In the dream I am looking at a drawing of a butterfly. It is in two parts. Under the drawing, there is a passage and it's spiritual meaning. It reads, "He may go out on me and cheat, lie, steal. But you remain and it is here I house my soul and my love grows." The two halves of a butterfly come together to form the perfect union- reuniting spirit. This beautiful union forms the perfect diamond. It is to remind us of God's love and our true home.


The butterfly symbolizes I am going through a spiritual transformation. By accepting the changes in my life, comprehending my psyche, and maintaining faith I will be able to break out of my cocoon.
The diamond represents wholeness of Self and clarity.

The fingerprint of God, occurs in nature over & over again.

Indian nations identify the butterfly with the concept of immortality. Because of their migratory patterns where they flock by the millions after traveling thousands of miles- coming home. This was intensely powerful to Native thought. A monarch's return home was translated to mean the soul's journey home. This encapsulates the divine journey in which man is born, moves through his world ever gleaming more insight into his true identity.

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Rumi- Ashamed

I am ashamed
to call this love human
and afraid of God
to call it divine       ~Rumi

Tuesday, April 5, 2016

The Story of Sapphire and Arion: The River

The river ran clear and cool. Memories of the river flooded Sapphire's mind. She had surrendered herself to the river that summer.

Arion was water to her soul. As she sat near the river contemplating it's power, Sapphire remembered a dream of Arion carrying her pregnant body from the river bank and up the foot path. She had no strength left in her body or soul.

She found her dream suspended in reality. And in the days that passed during her short stay, Sapphire had reclaimed her youth.

Her departure from Arion stirred passions in his heart and left him drowning in it's rising tide. Sapphire missed his voice, his drunken state, his loud music. And on that day, every fiber of her being wanted to scream, "I love you, you idiot!"

Sunday, April 3, 2016

The Heart's Crimes

He betrayed His heart
and kept His rage inside
the days of innocence
left behind
now His sorrow
a rising tide 
the sun shadowed
by His heart's past crimes