imagination experiments of a stardust yogini
Swami Sivananda’s positive take on religion. Could it be Spirituality with a Community? “Love is the immediate way to Truth or the kingdom of God or the vast domain of perennial peace and joy. It is the life-principle of creation. It is the sum-total of all the duties of religion. It is the magic wand […]
Read MoreEisenstein lays it out there. When it comes down to it, we need each other. Life, humanity loses it’s meaning when our personal creative gifts have no value.
When we can’t give our gifts, we are shut off. From the top down, if we can’t listen to our divine selves (and know our gifts in this world), have vision beyond our personal circumstances, and speak our Truth—then there is a big probability that our very survival will suffer – and so will love, creativity, libido, and personal drive. It’s just harder to enjoy life without being connected, without having the time to slow down and relate, communicate, create.
Read MoreBasically, it described a meditation in which you imagine sending love to everything – first, you let love grow in your heart and allow it to flow throughout your body. Then with each breath, let love expand beyond yourself to fill the space you are in and beyond. You could do this meditation anywhere. Walking down the street, send love to the trees and flowers and grass, to birds and animals that you see, to other people . . . Send that love out on the exhale and let it return on the inhale.
Read More“Your shadow is moonlight on a plate of silver; your footsteps, the seeding-place of lilies; the mystery of your voice, a chime of bells across the windless river air. The movement of your hands is the long golden running of light from a rising sun. Young horses are not more limber than your thoughts. Your laughs are bees buzzing around a pear tree. I dare to reach to you. I dare to touch the rim of your brightness.”
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“I used to love the way the room was white. White. Grandma’s room was all white. I used to imagine heaven was all white”
Read MoreMad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all […]
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 