Magic of Life

RAICILLA

I can feel your fermented roots washing down my throat.
   So potent –
yet you don’t burn inside.
Lining my lips with a drop of your Spirit,
a hazy memory of you returns…

You move
   in dark, slow motion
like a cat with white paws and black fur on it’s back.

You danced so gracefully, Love.
And it ripped my Heart to pieces!

Who knew
you would give so much of yourSelf to The Process,
Each Time
Extracting the Very Essence of You to the stage.

You’re Performing again tonight.

So am I.
Giving mySelf to these pages,
   Birthing Red Ramblings
Every evening between breaths.
Curling up and contracting what The Senses perceive
  The Body then stretches
Expresses,
Distilling my Experience into a Blissful Exchange
   Between You & I.

So I propose…
   a toast!

May there be many more moments
   of this Ever-Evolving Eros.

¡Salúd!

RAICILLA
– ara, 2014

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I have not forgotten

This Daily Inspirational Message was originally sent out on June 24th 2013.

I remember it as one of the most synchronistic days of my Life.
A day of small-talk with The One who took the original photograph (Chamela, Mexico, circa 2007).
A day when questions arose, confessions were made, and a passion was re-kindled.

DSC01185This photo was taken from Love, he said…

But what is Love?

Back in the desert, he taught me that Love is Respectful, and Love is Free.

Because it is without need, it seeks to take nothing not freely given. It seeks to hold nothing not wishing to be held. It seeks to give nothing not joyously welcomed…Love is that which is free, for freedom is the essence of what God is, and love is God, expressed.

– Neale Donald Walsh, Friendship with God

Indeed.

Even if you have come and gone,
again…

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I have not forgotten.

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Desert Dreaming

Sitting on a lonely bench, searching for the Sunlight to warm her fragile body,
she saw him.
Dressed in white, in a jovial mood with friends, he skipped his way into town,
and into her Heart.

Their eyes met. They barely spoke.
But when their palms touched…
Fire,
In the Space Between.

Lets walk together, She said.
I shall follow you into the Night, He said.
And thus a pilgrimage into a Desert of Dreams began.

Beneath a blanket of Stars and the gentle embrace of the cold, dark Night,
they Walked.
Side by side, feet stepping onto the sand,
she healed his Heart with the warmth of her hands.

She did not know it then…but it was a Journey that would Heal Her Soul. Lost, many times long ago, searching for love in all the wrong places, this time when she stopped looking and started truly giving,
the kind that lasted Lifetimes would come waltzing in.

Who knew, it would be start of something True…

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Midnight in Paris

Finally saw the movie after buying the DVD forever ago.

So funny. So true. So Woody Allen…
The can-can scene made me cry.

The book that Gil Bender (Owen Wilson) wrote may or may not have been a hit, but his book’s character should be able to get this one…

 

One day,

when the rain pours down in Paris

I shall find solace

in a dusty, old nostalgia shop.

I will find you,

again

As I did in the desert

many Lifetimes ago.

Don’t worry…

You’ll know its Me,

as You did

when I first Touched You.

Blessed Union of Souls

You’ll know…

I promise.

My Loving is unmistakable.

You’ll know.

 

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Divine: You&I

Time is running
And all you have to do is stand still
There is no need to run amuck

Watch for Daybreak
That’s when the trumpet sounds of the Angels are loudest.

Close your eyes and breathe
…that’s all you have to do.
From the Heavens
All the way down to you
~ Sacred Air We Share ~

Be gentle as you re-enter your body
Know I’m really there…
Inside
Divine
You&I

Know What Truly Turns You On
And relish!
Throughout the day…
Its OK
To Shine.

The Scent of Longing

It smells like you
Your scent hangs heavy in the air
Like my hair,
As it spirals down my face like smoke,
     after days of tending the fire.

Your wet, dampened-by-the-rain scent
Spreads
Like the thread of your presence
Weaving a web of memories
   – others remembered, others yet to be fulfilled –
       around me.

It smells like rain
I caught a whiff of the mist rising to kiss the Sun.
Like a prayer it raised me up to the Heart of the Heavens and led me to the clouds that gather in your eyes.

Your aroma is that of the Earth.
   Humble.
      Comforting.
         Penetrating.
It seeps through the soil of my fertile Heart-Mind and inspires the Truth.

I hear the Song now
Each dew drop a note in the Symphony of Life.

And so…I feel your roots within me now, Man-Tree.
The Breath of Life reminds me of your lessons and Love.

plant yourself strong

How can I forget?

– as featured in FilipinaStorytellers.com