Friday, February 22, 2008

breath of fresh air

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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it~

Rudyard Kipling

Thursday, February 14, 2008

curses

so my mom brought me a box of thin mints. beautiful perfect girl scout cookies. i swear i can not open this box or i will end up in a crumpled heap on the floor with a shredded box, torn cellophane, and minty crumbs everywhere wondering what the hell just happened. (i suppose this could be explained by saying that one of my personalities is a severely deprived blue Sesame Street monster that's not named Grover.) i refuse punctuation today. you are not the boss of me.


amantes






your face is on my pillow
your mind is what i am trying to achieve
deep and soulful contact.
I see your body,
delicate warmth
yet it burns with fire and desire.
my own is craving the night
battling time and wishing
for you to be close.


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Tu eres mi mente
Abierta y Honda
Despierta y en muchas formas
resembla el mar
en blanco y negro
de noche y de dia.
Tus holas caminan lentamente
por mi cuerpo
colores del piano ondulado
del mar .
Como te va mi amigo?
Delito de la noche
caminante de suenos calmantes
veo Soles en tu mundo
llamas altas y cresidas
memorias de una larga noche.

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Today,

Adri (a dear friend of mine)

my breath reeks of rosemary: a poem

sick again. and this is not really a poem. that opening sentence just sounded slightly poetic. anyway. yes, yes my breath reeks of rosemary. and DAMN. i disgust myself. ugh. at least I can smell it (meaning my nose isn't stuffed up to hell)?

the cup is half full.

Friday, February 8, 2008

see it



Never believe anyone who says we cannot change. Vision is one of the secrets of personal transformation. We are all artists, our mind is the arena of creation and vision is what we are constantly creating.

What is your vision of yourself today - patient, relaxed, positive or tense, tight and negative? What do you prefer? So be creative – what does patience look like, feel like, what are you doing that is different when you are patient and you are expressing your power to ...wait?

Always start with vision not action.
See it and you will be it.
Be it and you will do it.

~ Brahma Kumaris

all hope is not lost

some people remind you
we are all souls

some people remind you
age is just a number

some people remind you
we are never all alone

some people remind you
you're not the only one who thinks society is fucked up

some people remind you
how valuable a genuine smile is

some people remind you
the greatest things in life aren't things

some people remind you
that not everyone is a zombie

and you remind me
of all these things

breathe in and feel the magic

you are so alive for every moment that is now

you are that smile

that energy...

you are the difference between firewood and a huge oak tree

you are the difference between a vase of roses and a field of wildflowers

you are alive
 

and you inspired me to write every word of this

you are very busy, dear one, even if you are still

because you are breaking hearts open and causing them to feel

and you are breaking minds open with your determination

and you are transcending every limit by existing in all of us


you may never understand how you glow

and that's okay

i send you my love, light, and the warmest of hugs


-i have written this for you, but this message is brought to you by the divine wisdom and knowledge that passes through each of us... this definitely applies to my mother... and to so many of you. i encourage all of you to break free of your bodies, lose your fear of death, and dare to truly love and in doing so, change the world.

i have dreamt several times of a sunset, much like the one below, and i know that death is a journey beyond the horizon of the sea. as we are further and further from the shore of this lifetime, we approach the limitless bounds of the universe (the ocean). take comfort in the fact that loved ones have made the voyage before you...

Friday, February 1, 2008

the cleanse... in a nutshell

"help, i'm in a nutshell. please!"

okay, so for interested parties, here is the diet. NO FOOD. NO CHEWING GUM. NOTHING. If you must chew on something I would recommend cinnamon toothpicks, but I didn't care to chew on anything... nor was I hungry at ALL. Very shocking. This does not mean you don't want food.... since when did anyone have to be hungry to want food?? exactly.

okay so, the night before you begin the fast, drink a poo tea... aka herbal laxative, main ingredient senna leaf... I got mine at Kroger: Laci LeBeau's Super Dieter's Tea or at Wild Oats there is an organic Smooth Moves chocolate tea.

Every Morning... beginning Day 1: The Infamous Salt Water Flush

32 oz. lukewarm purified water w/2 tsp. sea salt (non iodized... not Morton's table salt)

You need around two hours at home to let this kick in... I woke up at 4:30 the first day and went back to sleep until 6:30 when I crapped my brains out.

The Recipe for one day's magic lemonade

5 organic lemons- juiced
1 c. Grade B Maple syrup (I only found it at Wild Oats)
1 tsp. cayenne pepper
10 c. purified water

shake and enjoy!

you can have lemonade or water... that is ALL you can have

each night do the herbal poo tea

each morning do the salt water flush

do NOT do this more than ten days for your first cleanse