Violet rays of the raising sun shoot purple fingers of light into the velvet black sky.
No matter where I go you are always with me.
Each day you go before me, a sign of promise for the new day.
When we let go of our ideas of the world around us, we begin to see what is really there. When we open ourselves up to what is real, we begin to live the life we are really living. Just by setting aside our agendas, expectations, control, and the process we normally live by, we escape the rudimentary existence we have been living in. Life is not only how we see it or believe it to be. Opening up yourself to simply be with what is, without your ideas controlling how you see life, is a remarkable experience, for often we are choosing how to see life. We take in only what we want to see and nothing more. Izabella
ARE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE GETTING MARRIED? HERE IS A WONDERFUL POEM TO READ AT THE CEREMONY.
May your marriage bring you all the exquisite excitements a marriage should bring, and may life grant you also patience, tolerance, and understanding.
May you always need one another – not so much to fill your emptiness as to help you to know your fullness. A mountain needs a valley to be complete; the valley does not make the mountain less, but more; and the valley is more a valley because it has a mountain towering over it. So let it be with you and you.
May you need one another, but not out of weakness.
May you want one another, but not out of lack.
May you entice one another, but not compel one another.
May you embrace one another, but not out encircle one another.
May you succeed in all important ways with one another, and not fail in the little graces.
May you look for things to praise, often say, “I love you!” and take no notice of small faults.
If you have quarrels that push you apart, may both of you hope to have good sense enough to take the first step back.
May you enter into the mystery which is the awareness of one another’s presence – no more physical than spiritual, warm and near when you are side by side, and warm and near when you are in separate rooms or even distant cities.
May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy.
May you have love, and may you find it loving one another.
~ James Dillet Freeman ~
I recall a past life that always gives me a chuckle and sometimes reminds me of myself in this life. I was a Native American women of the Kiowa tribe. I was dressed in buckskin with braids in my hair. I saw myself on the ground cleaning a buffalo hide with a bone scraper. Very hard work. I was bitching and moaning to myself about how hard I had to work…never time to go to the creek and bathe. “Look at those lazy men. Laying around the fire and smoking while I work my fingers to the bone. This is just the start of my day…I have so much to do. They laugh and joke while the women do all the work!” :-)
She was always Grandpa’s favorite. So perfect and so fair.
She looked just like an angel, with light blond, curly hair.
Grandpa was a tough one, to her he showed his heart.
He melted at her slightest touch, she had him from the start.
She grew into a women, and still she loved him so.
Whenever he was near her his smile would beam and glow.
He shared her with his many friends who traveled far and wide.
He’d tuck her arm through his strong one and keep her by his side.
He felt she was more like him, a self created man.
She knew where she was going; she had a master plan.