Who is it that cannot seem to open up to joy?

Who is it that remains at peace amidst a mind of noise...

Who is it that feels unlimited bliss within their being?

Who is it that thinks the path they walk is one of freeing...

Who is it that laughs out loud or drowns in their own tears...

Who wears their anger passionately and faces all they fear...

Who is it that runs and hides and shuts themselves away...

Who is it that embraces life...even the night of day?

Who is it deciding...who is watching from within?

Who makes up their mind to listen to reason once again?

Who gets up, does something different, to break the alaya of habit?

Who falls down that deep dark hole, who is that silly rabbit?

Who is it feels their brain ache...who is it needs to sleep?

Who gets to choose what we will do or just what we will eat?

Who thinks they have it figured out...or that they’re in control?

Who’s passionate about the truth...who is the golden soul?

Who is it claiming ‘we are one’...is it infinite being?

Opening from the inside out...dancing it’s own freeing?

Who is there to really know...and what is really known?

Who is making all that noise...who understands full grown?

Who is it that reclaims their child...and who’s responsible?

Who is hungry for true love...and who is really full?

Who is it really teaching...who is being taught?

Who is chasing who’s tail...who or what’s not caught?

Who is the I of consciousness...the awareness of a me?

Who is it knows that they’re awake...or if they’re really free?

Who is embodied human feeling joy and breathing life?

Experiencing the light of day...in the deep dark night...

Starlight Dancing...

traceless trace of beings’ breath...

birthed in joy and love...

spinning webs of wonder...

such magic being’s of...

why limit it to this or that...

when it is all there is...

dancing on the edge of time...

creating in it’s bliss...

the passion of the passionate...

to thine own self be true...

spin a web of mystery...

and dance it as a you...

Starlight Dancing...

Love opens with the red of bloom...

Gently with it’s sweet perfume...

Sometimes it cannot wait till June...

Such beauty it must share...

It whispers mystery in the breeze...

It’s petals falling soft and free...

Just like the dew that use to be...

It’s magic is so rare...

Two hearts that learn to beat as one...

The journey of the rose begun...

Eternal blossom never done...

Love’s undying prayer...

It may begin as just a seed...

But then it flowers into need...

A longing that makes true love breathe...

This journey of the rose...

Starlight Dancing...

From the moment being opens to the joy of knowing love...

It dances freely in-between a time that never was...

A space that now is infinitely timeless ever new...

Creating magically a thread connecting what is true...

Like the breath of air that breathes such life in all that is...

The majesty of being naturally is filled with bliss...

It’s heart beats with a knowing never owned yet freely given...

Awakening a presence gracing awareness into heaven...

Embodied by all senses birthing physical in space...

Under a spell so sensuous love mirrors it’s own face...

Such magic of the real is ever blowing in the wind...

Sweeping being in loves’ knowing time ever again...

Starlight Dancing...

Listening a tune with open ear...

The harmony of sound is so amazing...

There are so many things offered to hear...

The chimes on Mama's porch all chime with beauty...

As the rushing wind makes its way through the trees...

The birds beneath that sound are happily chirping...

Children’s voices are brought in on a breeze...

Somewhere in the distance there’s a siren...

The sounds of cars and trucks and horns are heard...

Somewhere close there too is the sounds of barking dogs...

Midst the wonder silence is without a word...

There’s a dripping drop that’s dripping in a rain bucket...

Crickets now in harmony start to sing...

Just now there is a hint of the rustling of leaves...

The church on the corner’s bell forgets to ring...

Settling into contemplation I hear the mystery of mind...

As the rhythm of my heart beats slows it’s flow...

My own breath makes it’s own sounds so relaxed it takes it in...

My voice breaths out in ecstasy a moan...

Opening to the harmony of sound fills me with joy...

This universe so freely to me gives...

Everything is dancing in the awe of its own sound...

The voice of sound lets me know all that lives...

Mama’s voice is telling me her roses bloom in fall...

Sure enough the bush is full of baby buds...

She says look...a Naked Lady...blooming in the yard...

She says it is a Lily ...oh what fun...

So many lovely layers of sound tickling my mind...

All alive, and dancing in my ear...

Being’s filled with joy as sound makes it to my heart...

And graces me it’s magic now to hear...

Sitting on the front porch of my Mama’s is the best...

At Mama’s magic dances everywhere...

I can think of no place on earth I rather be...

The Magic of the Moment’s always there...

Starlight Dancing...

No matter what my beliefs, or lack thereof, it seems I cannot get away from the Queen and her kingdom of infinite I’s...but then again...there is the dancing...in the wonder-full world of Alice in Wonderland...watch out for the Mad Hatter!  And damn that cat!

Here I am again drinking TSK tea with her Majesty the Queen and inquiring into her Kingdom of I’s...The self; the ego; the me, myself, and I’s...

After first reading the assignment, I got a little frustrated b/c I thought, here we go again with this idea of a self that does not really exist...the illusory ego...the knower that knows...I got it already can we please move on to more important things!!!  Don’t you know how enlightened I already am???  And then there were all those questions that were irritatingly aggravatingly disrupting unpleasantly  My ‘joy of being’ that I’ve had going on for some time now...but maybe a little closer to the truth was the fact that my critical thinking muscles were being lazy...and when things are going merrily, merrily, merrily along the stream who wants to rock the boat anyhow?  Even if it is the ‘free world’ kinda rockin?

What ever my justifications, my frustration gave way to confusion, confusion gave way to honest reflection, and honest reflection gave way to clarity...now that’s what I’m talking about!  Let’s keep rockin in the free world with TSK vision...

Sometimes I feel as if I am juggling my joy of being with the frustration of inquiry...but why must I feel frustrated?  I love inquiry, so I have to ask myself what is it about this inquiry that is so frustrating?  Ah!  my complacentness...I get comfortable in my joy and I don’t want it disturbed...but again, why should inquiry disturb it so much?  Is there a smoother way to flow from one to the other without disrupting either flow?  Is there a way that joy of being and inquiry can dance with each other in harmony?

Usually when I am in MY Queen B joy of being, I am there 100% until awareness decides that it is time to dive a little deeper into finding out what condition my conditioning is in...I’m lazy...I don’t want to really think...leave me to my bliss...but then every time I do take that dive deeper into understanding my own existence and experience, I benefit in unimaginable ways...sooooo here I go again into the depths of me...swimming with my infinite I’s...loosening their hold and opening awareness to it’s own compassionate heart...The Queen and I...complete with all her ladies in waiting...and a few dudes to take care of the heavy lifting...lol

The Queen and I and Her Ladies In Waiting...

I wrote a poem in honor of my confusion...you can check it out in the who’s who section of my blog...we were also asked to deny ourselves a desire this week and pay attention to what happens...I did this on several occasions, but since I had prior experience with this, I was able to laugh at the me that was desiring...It was like I split into two..the I that was denying and the I that was desiring...usually I don’t pay this close of attention to the schizophrenic ways in which my mind tends to behave, so this exercise revealed some patterns that I usually don’t recognize, or maybe I just choose to ignore...like I said, my mental muscles tend to get a little lazy when I am not using them...

While observing this ‘I’ dance, the I that was desiring split into another I...this I decided it did not care and was way cool with whatever...the I that denied the other ‘now cool I’, morphed into the I that was laughing at the I that was reacting and trying to maintain it’s composure...that I was almost daring the ‘in charge’ I to one of those Royal duels...lol...it was like ‘I’ was saying “so, I don’t care, doesn’t matter to me, ball’s in your court Queenie...anyone for tennis?”...LOL...the ‘I’ that was in charge and denying the other I it’s desire, also wore the clothes of the watcher...the Queen upon her throne watching all the comings and goings of her Kingdom...trying to keep all the I’s in order...as if!!!

At one point this week I was able to catch a glimpse of the ‘poor little baby’ I...years ago she was always taking center stage...she seldom appears anymore, at least not in that form...maybe she is all grown up into a little princess and now plays the part of the I that feels so much joy...the enlightened I...lol

There is still the I that feels pain...in truth there are lots of them...maybe they are the Queens ladies in waiting...waiting to transform into this or that...I have a headache, my back hurts, my kidneys hurt, my legs hurt, my knees ache, my feet are in spasms, I can’t stand up straight, I can’t sit or maintain any position for any length of time...and I am pissed off about it!  etc...

Then there are all the infinite others...I am so grateful for a zillion billion things...an army of I’s there...

Opening up to all aspects of my own being is an awesomely ongoing infinite journey...this journey has myriad experiences, all of them can be opened up like unwrapping a present at Christmas time...while pain might be an aspect of experience, it does not have to be the main focus...cuz there is joy right in the middle, up above, below, under, and all around whatever it is that I is experiencing...I prefer Alice in Wonderland to that stuffy old Queen in her Kingdom of I’s any day of the week and twice on Sunday!  

Anyhoo...much love and joy...may all be filled with their own inner joy till it flows over and outwards and back in again...always, star...

p.s.  I am going to take this opportunity to plug my book Starlight Dancing...the book is filled with poems about my battles with my own ego that were written about 3 years ago...*

Feels like something deep within...

Is broken inside and can’t breathe...

Torn apart, beyond repair...

Mended...will it ever be?

Ripped from whole, separated...

Trapped in suffering pain...

Isolated and lonely...

Destined to cry in the rain...

At the heart seems to be self-destruction...

Unlovable and out of touch...

Longingly reaches for empty...

Feeling such loss of love...

Always examining, not measuring up...

Never quiet good enough...

Settling always for less than...

Struggling to not give up...

Forever on the outside...

Longingly looking in...

Never fitting anywhere...

Time times time again...

Engaging in internal torment...

 Searching the way out of hell...

Trying with all that is known to succeed...

Seemingly always to fail...

Maybe heartache’s the reason...

That hope was imagined at all...

That would explain why it picks itself up...

Every time it should stumble and fall...

How does a life get so tangled?

Only sadness left to express love...

Continuously reaching it opens itself...

Awakening to it’s own hearts touch...

This awakening may seem never ending...

Might be meant to travel alone...

Each life is a path, just how it unfolds...

Is a journey unique all it’s own...

Within is a love that is longing...

To heal it’s heart broken into...

Maybe this is the reason...

That hope was imagined for you...

Starlight Dancing...

I walk onto the set, expected...

Stage displayed, decided props are given...

The director instructs how lines are read...

His lead is followed~~oblivion...

Programed, I react as dictated...

So predicted and common I am...

Written into action, playing the star...

A leading lady opposite her man...

Tears will fall...right on cue...

Laughter is penciled in...

Living life in predetermined ways...

Time times time again...

Routines must be followed...

To break them would cause such distress...

We already know what will happen...

Right down to pink tie and white dress...

The coffee pot has a timer...

The alarm clock knows when to ring...

What’s left to chance in this wonder-filled dance...

Even happiness is told how to sing...

As the needle sews it’s tapestry...

All it’s thread preset to create...

The masterpiece has a time line...

Heaven forbid any part should be late...

There’s always that one thread, refusing to comply...

Stubborn, unruly, and wild...

Can’t keep it from weaving it’s very own way...

In your face, rebel child, do or die...

To remember the freedom that weaves me unique...

Begin weaving my own space and time...

To color my world in ways yet to be seen...

Dancing free creates tapestry divine...

Starlight Dancing...

Embracing depths of sadness...

So grateful for the tears...

Nothing wrong with crying 

As you face your deepest fears...

Sometimes you wonder where you are,

And just how far you’ve come...

And what if any substantial purpose 

Lies in the things you’ve done...

No one here to listen...

No shoulder to lean upon...

Will it make me stronger...

To go through this alone?

No one seems to understand...

Although I know they try...

I have a million questions...

But my heart is tired of why...

There is no hand to hold now...

It’s dark and all is still...

Strength comes only from within...

Feel to heal and keep it real...

Lessons of a lifetime...

With no one here to share...

Only I can make it right...

The burden’s mine to bare...

On the other side of sorrow...

Joy is there to live...

When it comes to love if it’s not given, 

I can always give...

The Universe knows what I need, 

it’s opening it's arms right now...

Dancing on the edge of time, 

Heart will always show me how...

I’m just a little weary...

I’m just a little blue...

Not really much of anything 

That anyone can do...

Life it goes in cycles...

I’ll stumble and I’ll fall...

I’ll pick myself up soon enough...

I’ll breathe and stand up tall...

Tears wash away the sadness...

Tears wash away the pain...

River of emotion carry me 

Away in your wet rain...

The sun is sure to rise again 

To shine bright on my face...

I’ll open up to joy and smile 

In this my time and space...

This is just a moment...

Fill it up with jazz...

Knowing no matter what is felt, 

This moment, too, shall pass...

Starlight Dancing...

Fear is the force that puts anger in play...

Manifesting as all kinds of pain...

Hurt underneath gives birth to more hurt...

Fear recycled again and again...

Patterns reacting that don’t know themselves...

Fear is the engine that drives...

Anger expresses the only way known...

It breathes itself passionate...alive...

Anger a message that begs to be heard...

One way or the other it will...

It cannot determine itself right or wrong...

Sometimes it is driven to kill...

We’ve limited our language, meaning’s desperate and caged...

Let’s find ways of opening it’s why...

Anger has needs that must always be fed...

Hiding in fear behind lies...

It must learn to speak in a clear honest voice...

Transcending foundations of fear...

Transforming in wisdom anger becomes love...

Fear speaks through its heart...love will hear...

Love displays self in its myriad form...

Disguised as anger, it’s fear...

Listen beyond all the judgments and words...

Love through your heart you will hear...

Starlight Dancing...with my muses...

Learning to love the unlovable...

The obscene of my nature so true...

Hatefulness stabs, penetrating my heart...

Making me miserable and blue...

Accepting the pain of my being...

Reflected habitually in time...

Slapping me dead in my face everyday...

As it runs and tries hiding behind...

Justifications and lies that it spins...

It’s forever just chasing it’s tail...

Thinking it’s escaping to heaven...

While creating and living in hell...

Honesty seeks it’s own truth to be free...

The rewards far outweigh what’s gone through...

Subtracting it all Maya melts into bliss...

Magical Being births true... 

Understanding creates a new knowing that’s real...

Transcending all things that have been...

Allowing for Joy to be born anew...

Connecting with all that’s akin...

I looked in the mirror and had to embrace...

The part of me that was not whole...

No longer rejecting the hurt and the pain...

I embodied my entire soul...

Now I can dance in this creative awe...

This infinite energy in form...

So much potential such beauty to share...

Whole in the eye of loves' storm...

Starlight Dancing...

I have listened and I’ve cried...

I wanted so to touch your heart...

To take away your pain...

But pain is such a vital part...

A necessary journey...

One you have to walk alone...

I’m here to give encouragement...

I’ll sing you a love song...

I’ll share with you experience...

Of mountains I have climbed...

You’ll have to climb your own your way...

In your own space and time...

One thing I can do for you...

Is love you with my heart...

Offer you hope and show you strength...

Connect right where you are...

You are the very essence...

Of such Being joy-filled...

You are love eternal...

You’re beauty that is real...

You are wondrous magic!

You’re smile will heal the world...

Your laughter rings eternity...

You are the oyster’s pearl...

You are precious and unique...

Special beyond compare...

When the Universe sang itself alive...

Dearest...you were there...

Don’t ever forget how wonder-full

Is every speck of you...

Delightful grace rejoicing...

Creating it’s light anew...

My heart could burst forever...

With love that still would not tell...

The majesty of your Being...

That was born when Metta fell...

Starlight Dancing...with Gods and Goddesses...

I know that you have traveled down a dark and treacherous road...

At times you could not carry, that painfully heavy load...

You wondered why you had to walk the path you walked at all...

Where was love when the lights went out and your heart began to fall?

You learned to run and hide from what had happened in the night...

The only way you could survive was to forget your plight...

You buried it deep in your mind where no one dared not go...

You spoke of it to no one, even you forgot to know...

Pretending all those years that everything inside was well...

Trying to live a heaven you were burning up in hell...

It was improper to speak of such things so they were just ignored...

Somewhere deep inside you always knew it in your core...

It plagued you like a sickness that was always ever there...

Just beneath the surface always smothering your air...

Like a knife that stabs you in the back it was hard to get a hold...

Like a winter freeze that stranded you out in the bitter cold...

Until one day it began to stare you dead straight in your eye...

Emotion overwhelmed you and you finally began to cry...

By giving what had long been silent a voice to speak the truth...

You took away the power that darkness had long held over you...

Process your pain and anger...acknowledge all that you fear...

Take back your own true nature, and all that you hold dear...

Starlight Dancing...

What makes me an I?  What is the difference between the I that experiences and the experience of the I?  Before the I arises from the mist before it's own awareness, who or what is experiencing?  What is this mist before awareness where the senses are sensing, perceptions are percepting, memories are memorying, light is reflecting and form is organized and seen?...

All of these going ons are organized and immediately conceptualized by this I that claims ownership, but where was this I before awareness allowed it to be established within awareness?  This I is unaware of how experience comes to be experientially, and is also unaware that what happens has already passed into past by the time it is cognized in what is believed to be the present...

This I, did not exist until it thought itself into being...and now it has wrapped itself in solid stories and spun itself into existence with all it’s limits and demands... It has now decided what it is suppose to be and goes about trying to make this a reality causing great suffering along the way to itself and others, especially when the universe does not cooperate...

The Illusory I is a concept that lives within concepts and continues to create it’s conceptual existence...but if we make this I the enemy, is that not just another projection of the I concept?  

So what is the way out?  Can we honestly begin to look at the layers that make up all our me, myself, and I’s?  Will it allow for a less limited experiencing of life?  If we relax our solid holds on what we believe, will we be freer?  Will it be possible to experience and open up to more joy without the demands and limits of the I?  

Davidu's Entry...

While life brings us happy times, most of us experience a larger proportion of suffering...

Whether it is physical, mental, or emotional, the I’s that claim and own suffering, seem to be working overtime to make our lives here on earth miserable...most of us are trapped and have ‘given up’ trying to find our way out...and so, we continue to conform to conditioned ways of knowing, a tyranny of patterns which entangle our I’s,  conditioning them further, and we never consider investigating the possibility that our ways of knowing, which perpetually take us in endless circles, can be opened to discovering knew ways of knowing, that would free us from the entrapment and persecution of all our me, myself, and I’s...

At the bottom of every pattern, at the very foundation of every I that we call on to protect our illusion, is fear...we have to control everything, and when we cannot, and we cannot, we suffer...and so our lives become about controlling our lives and the lives of others to obtain and own happiness...and we spend a life time trying to obtain this allusive happiness...always working towards it, thinking if I just have this, if I just have that, when I get this, when I have that...I will be happy...then life happens in the form of some catastrophe or tragedy, we lose what we thought was there to make us happy, and maybe it did for a season, but now it’s gone, and then our I becomes depressed, broken, frustrated, maybe even physically injured, addicted to drugs, or maybe we give up completely and try and kill ourselves... And the I?  It still wants what it wants and it wants it right now!  Usually, it is equipped in every justification, it cares not that it tortures us in unspeakable ways, it demands attention at any cost, and fights back with it’s fangs out when challenged...

Would we be free of this I if we could be?  Looking at ourselves without the illusion of an I in it’s many forms is not an easy thing to do, and not one that many are willing to do...we love our illusions...we love our drama...we love the roller coaster that our lives exist upon...and we don’t like taking responsibility for ourselves, others, and the universe and earth on which we live as well, so we accept the tyranny of our I’s, because our fears prevent us from looking deeper...and so, we are imprisoned, and we accept it, and we use all our beliefs, outrageous as they may be, to make us feel better about ourselves and the suffering world around us...and that seems to work for many people, but behind the illusion, that will soon fade, what has really been accomplished?  If happiness is a destination and not the journey...who or what is achieving it, or how is happiness ever really achieved?  Especially when the world around us and where we live, is suffering so?

If we are not finding joy in the journey of living...what are we doing?  If we are not creating new ways of knowing joy for ourselves and those we love...why are we here?  If we continue to allow others to tell us what we are, or what we should believe about what we are or who we are, aren’t we just settling for someone else’s journey?  Is that good enough?  Should we not inquire into our own minds, our own being, our own lives and experiencing to answer questions about ourselves?  How can we help anyone else before we have learned how to help ourselves?

Instead of inquiring into ourselves, our lives become about things; possessions...and because we are unable to truly know ourselves, we are unable to intimately know anyone or anything else...no matter what illusion we might pass the time of day with...this is the truth...the truth that our tyranny of I’s prevent us from seeing...

other entries in this tsk series...

Starlight's entries...

The Queen and I...TSK wk 1

The Illusory I...TSK wk 2

Davidu's entries...

The Self In Question~TSK wk 1

The Self In Question~TSK wk 2-3

When your heart is filled with sadness,

And the pain is hard to bare...

Feels like no one understands you...

Who is really there to care?

It’s so easy to say I love you...

When everything is right...

Harder to stay and love someone...

Through the dark filled night...

Where have all the angels gone?

Where is God above?

When the lights are all turned off...

Where will you find love?

I like to say I’m here for you...

24 hours a day...

To feed and fill your every need...

Love you in every way...

The truth is so much closer to...

I’ll do the best I can...

I’ll walk with you when I can walk...

Then I will hold your hand...

I’ll cry with you when you need my tears...

I’ll even pray to something unseen...

This mystery surrounding us...

Penetrating our whole being...

When the magic seems to go away...

When your joy, it disappears... 

I will wrap you up in mine...

I will calm your fears...

In doing so, my fears go...

That’s the magic of the real...

And before to long we both will laugh...

This love alive to feel...

So wait a little longer...

The sadness it will go...

Suffering doesn’t last forever...

This much I do know...

The strength of love is your joy within...

You are stronger than you know...

You’re here to spread this love you have...

That’s the way love grows...

One day you’ll rest from all you’ve done...

So take a deep good breath...

Today has been created...

For you to do your best...

So smile a little smile for me...

Let some laughter in...

You’ll rise above these hard times...

Find your  angel deep within...

Starlight Dancing...with Goddess Amy...

Skating along life’s surface...

Scared to fall into the deep...

Afraid to go within myself...

And face what makes me, me...

I want to see the pretty things...

All shiny in a row...

Go sailing on calm waters...

Where no one rocks the boat...

I hate to hear glass shatter...

Don’t like it when things break...

The pain of life, whatever the cause...

Love torn or a bad tooth ache...

Don’t want to hear anyone cry...

Let’s order in all smiles...

Where everyone is happy...

And Giggling out loud...

One day I heard someone say...

What comes with the price of pain...

Moments of such preciousness...

That is what you gain...

Starlight Dancing...

When I lost my Lord and Savior, 

I was filled with grief and pain...

To think on Him and pray on Him...

Got me through my night and day...

The beliefs that I grew up with...

Were now shattered ‘neath my feet...

I was filled with such confusion...

Anger rose inside of me...

How could I be so ignorant...

Of what had always been true...

Here I was responsible...

For all I say and do...

The Lord I’d always leaned on...

Had vanished in mid air...

I realized it was up to me...

My burdens now to bare...

There was no one left to blame...

Only me to carry on...

To live my life the best I can...

This is God’s will be done...

Please do not feel sorry...

For my journey or for me...

I really did not lose my Lord...

My Lord just set me free...

Remembering now, and sharing this...

Is something I must do...

It’s from my heart believe me...

Intimate love to you...

All the anger and pain that rose within...

Is just a memory...

Love has found it’s strength in joy...

I am truly free...

Rejoice, rejoice...raise your voice...

Sing with me love’s praise...

Dancing within joy’s being...

Life’s mystery and magical ways...

This story has no ending...

Just infinite energy...

We need our Lord’s and Savior’s...

Until they set us free...

There is no wrong no right to judge...

Only what is really best...

May all of our humanity...

In compassion truly rest...

Rejoice, rejoice, for where you are...

Singing the praise of love...

However it’s defined for you...

Wholeness you are of...

To everything there is a season...

Along this journey we call life...

We are our own awakening...

From our own cold dark night...

The night is needed for light to shine...

Embrace it with all of being...

Accepting all we are right here...

Along our journey of freeing...

Starlight Dancing...thnx Gia for the gift/pic... and Goddess Amy for dialogue that proceeded and actually inspired the birthing of it...I also must thank Gael who was part of that birthing as well...gol...gonna be here all day...might just keep adding links as I go...but it is quiet impossible to link and thank all that contributed to this evolution of this song...so I thank the Universe and everything and everyone in it...all my Gaia god's and goddess'es...you know who you are!  Love in Joy...always, star...

There’s no one or no thing that has not been touched...

By the grace of love...

As long as you live and longer...

You are what grace is made of...

No matter your worries or what you go through...

There is grace of love...

It is here to fill you...

All the way up...

So much of living, so much of life...

Is the grace of my heart...

How can I ever make you see...

Only miles of grace, keep us apart...

There is a magic...I can’t explain...

It’s the grace of my heart...

I see it moving in the breeze...

Through all of life near and far...

Stop what you doing...feel it within...

It’s the grace of my soul...

Never has been born to die...

Ever new wisdom’s old...

The only way that I can keep...

The grace of my soul...

Is to keep on giving it away...

For grace creates the whole...

Listen to my voice...can you hear...

The grace of my love...

It’s singing from my heart...

Filling my soul below and above...

The grace of...my love...

The grace of...my love...

The grace of...my love...

Starlight Dancing...thnx for the pic!

If I’ve reflected any good thing...

It’s only been your love...

You have taught me every good thing...

I am capable of...

The words were never mine to write...

They were given by your grace...

And looking at you now, all I see...

Is your own true face...

You are beauty and grace...

You are wonder and love...

You are awesome in joy...

A gift that fills me up...

You are overflowing...

Bubbling up from within me...

And yet without your love...

I could never be...

You who taught me how to love...

By showing love to me...

Reaching out your heart in grace...

So gently and so free...

You who taught me to believe...

My life won’t be the same...

My heart's been opened up by love...

And I’m forever changed...

 Beauty and Grace...video songbook...

Don’t poo~poo in my sandbox...

Don’t pee~pee in my pool...

Have you completely lost your mind...

Pretending you’re a fool?

With all your rules of do’s and don’ts...

You create a box and cage...

Then wonder at rebellion...

Filled with hate and rage...

A box of pretty colors...

Are nice when you do art...

Defining as such limits...

And doesn’t mean a fart...

Does this hurt your ego?

Well that’s just to damn bad...

I’m doing you a favor...

If you get good and mad...

Color me a rainbow...

Of love and joy and life...

And I will show you those who have 

Gone under love’s sharp knife...

They cannot trust this love you spill...

They see for what it is...

The minute that they disagree...

Here comes the hateful fist...

No wonder there is anger...

No wonder there is pain...

We can’t just snap our fingers...

Expect it not to rain...

"Come play in my sandbox"...

You keep inviting me...

But then you throw a fit...

Every time I have to pee...

You keep shoveling  poop...

Where you throwing it?

Do you really think...

You’re getting rid of it?

Running like a Buddhist monk...

Away from what is real...

And asking everyone around...

To not feel how they feel...

You can have your sandbox...

I won’t pee in your pool...

If you think that shit and piss aint so...

You really are a fool...

But now that I've been really blunt...

Don't think me very cruel...

I’ll leave you now with one small thing...

The golden...golden rule...

Starlight Dancing...don't take it personal...

I am Compassion...I have so many faces...

I have worn through out all time...

Sometimes you have not known me...

You thought me quiet unkind...

You’ve called me aggravation...

Cursed me in your mind...

I tell you now I am what you curse...

I am what seeks to find...

I am compassion...and like a Lioness...

I’ll kill to save my young... 

I am also heart of the Gazelle...

I am wisdom’s song...

I am confusion...I am crazy inside...

I am the calm eye of the storm...

I fight the good fight...yet I rest in peace...

Never die...and never was born...

I am Compassion...I am the mask you wear...

I am also the you underneath...

There is nothing...that I am not...

Poison and purity...

I am two sides of every coin...

I am also what you think transcends...

I will never desert you or leave you behind...

I am Compassion, no beginning or end...

I am in you...and through you all...

I am the air the you breathe...

I am the finger pointing towards the moon...

I am what weaves and frees...

I am Compassion...I have so many faces...

I have worn through out all time...

I am Awareness as it opens it’s heart...

Compassionate, Awakening Mind...

Starlight Dancing...with...with Nicole and friends... and with...Meenakshi for the pic!

In the dark endless spaces where everything waits...

To reveal it’s infinity to light...

Like a Goddess who opens her legs for her God...

In that space where the day joins the night...

The wet womb of creativity...

Where mystery and magic are born...

We dance in wonder’s revealing...

The veil of unknowing is torn...

This Union explodes in ecstasy...

This dance of the dark into light...

Creating shadows and rainbows and moonbeams...

Day dancing into it’s night...

Starlight Dancing...with my muze...Let's talk about sex baby...lol

Prim and proper...ms goodie two shoes...

Wake up from your dream...

Stop trying to make things perfect...

Embrace the cruel and mean...

Every time you call me dear...

I feel your nose looking down...

You think that you can fix me?

I think that you’re a clown...

Life has molded me this way...

For reasons the universe knows...

I refuse to assimilate...

I dance on all ten toes...

I guess I am a free radical...

Energy that can’t be tamed...

Spicy, sassy, crazy and wild...

A light that burns it’s flame...

Starlight Dancing...

I hate that you don’t see me...

   except when you see flaws...

I hate that you won’t take my hand...

   and with me knock down walls...

I hate you try to fix me...

   and tell me what to do...

   stripping me of dignity...

   is so not cool of you...

I hate it when you use your words

   to try and gain control...

I hate it when you think you know

   what’s best for me...you don’t...

I hate it when you lump things into

   specifics...black or white...

   ignoring all life’s rainbows...

   the whole of day and night...

I hate it when you fail to see...

   bella knows ugly too...

I hate when you refuse to embrace...

   the sky without it’s blue...

   Most of all 

I hate it when you turn and run away...

   for then I cannot love you...

   in this universe of play...

   Last of all

I hate that you won’t dance in joy with me...

   creating in compassion...a truth that sets us free...

Starlight Dancing...

Why did I LET you hurt me?

Why GIVE you that much power?

I’m sure you give me zero thought...

As you sit in your ivory tower...

I’ve wondered why you ignore me...

Several times I’ve reached out my hand...

Sometimes we just need some acknowledgment...

Not a party, fireworks, or a band...

I suppose it can seem really silly...

Then again, it’s a human trait...

Feelings get hurt from time to time...

Things happen and it makes your heart ache...

One thing I suppose I can take from this...

Not everyone likes everyone they meet...

We can just do the best we can do...

Others with respect, we can treat...

Everyone that enters our awareness...

Deserves to know they are worth while...

Even if it’s just a simple hello...

Or a heartfelt, eye to eye smile...

No one is better than anyone else...

May I always remember this truth...

To accept that I am truly human...

To take care what I say and do...

No one can hurt me without my permission...

That power is mine to or not give...

Sometimes the only thing to do...

Is just to live and let live...

Starlight Dancing...

The first rose...how beautiful...

It opens up with grace...

I feel my heart doing the same...

Filled with love’s unbound trace...

So full and rich with color...

So touched and moist with dew...

Oh to be lost in it’s mist...

The chosen are but few...

Starlight Dancing...with my muze...