Posts Tagged ‘reflections’

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Every day
I watch her
from the height
I see her
holding to her deep anger
too fearful to let go

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Her body is tense
and painful
Her mind lost 
in the past
Tired of continuous fight […]

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– Kha

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soul connection

‘A soul connection is a resonance between two people who respond to the essential beauty of each other’s individual natures, behind their facades, and who connect on this deeper level. This kind of mutual recognition provides the catalyst for a potent alchemy. It is a sacred alliance whose purpose is to help both partners discover and realize their deepest potentials.  (more…)

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I believe these inspirational paintings of Rassouli connect perfectly with beautiful poem ‘Imagine A Woman’, by Patricia Lynn Reilly. Their interrelation give me a vision of my inner world and kindly reminds me who I am.

Imagine A Woman

Joy Vibrations

Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good she is a woman.

A woman who honors her experience and tells her stories.

Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.

Pilars of Life

Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.

A woman who listens to her needs and desires.

Who meets them with tenderness and grace. (more…)

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I keep reminding myself to live fully in this moment…

 

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The song I have come to sing

remains unsung to this day.

I have spent my life

stringing and unstringing

my instrument.

– Tagore

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The Mind of Love


Today I love the world.

Last week it was a vile place,

broken, beyond repair. (more…)

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Keep walking, though there’s no place to get to.

Don’t try to see through the distances.

That’s not for human being. Move within,

But don’t move the way fear makes you move.

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Rumi

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Way

The Journey

I was contemplating this poem for a while now – a kind of internal meditation for me – how strongly it expresses courage and self love as right things in life…

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The Journey

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One day I finally knew what I had to do, and began,

though the voices around me kept shouting their bad advice,

though the whole house began to tremble

and I felt the old tug at my ankles.

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“Mend my life!” each voice cried. But I didn’t stop.

I knew what I had to do, though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers at the very foundations,

though their melancholy was terrible.

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It was already late enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen branches and stones.

But little by little, as I left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which I slowly recognized as my own,

that kept me company as I strode deeper and deeper into the world,

determined to do the only thing I could do,

determined to save the only life I could save.

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–  adapted from Mary Oliver

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