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what is a dream? the desires that lurk in the deeper recesses of our being materialized, personified? our hopes, wishes, wants and even fears? is that all that a dream is? covered by the night's darkest veil, we give life to the life that is within ... seeking solace in a nether world, our mind creates a fanciful play ... which is the life we live and which is the dream? the longings, games and peoples that inhabit our inner world take shape ... all create their own Potemkin  village of love and joy and fear ... do I follow you in this or that dream? I have been following you always and will always do in some exotic land the sun does shine, and I reside in you and you in me ... like in a dream and not a dream and I do follow you into your house, and it's the only house I know even sight unseen so does this earth do turn and tumble, the tenuous thread that binds is stronger than that will to scape the dreams that fill the gap the clock is ticking, furiously ticking ... an...

Hi G. The Devilish Side Of Your Personality Will Entice You To Do Something That You Normally Would Not Do, Possibly Luring You Down The Wrong Road... But, There Is A Positive Side, Which Is Cutting Yourself Loose And Living For The Moment… The Story About Pan In Mythic Tarot and Greek Mythology, you meet Pan (the god of the mountain wilds, and rustic music). Pan was half man and half goat, born with horns, a beard, a tail, and goat-legs. In some legends, it is said that Hermes (the messenger of the gods) fathered a child with the nymph, Dryope (the daughter of king Dryops). Pan was born very ugly, and his mother ran away from her child because she was terrified at the sight of her new born son. Hermes took his son to Olympus, and showed him off to the gods. Meanwhile, Pan grew up and wondered the forests, caves, mountains, streams and pastures and became a musician, playing his reed pipes and the syrinx. He loved poetry, and danced with the nymphs, and he was known as the god...

with the night comes another day, another week, another month, another year the end that is no end at all, the beginning that creeps in the night is as long as the day seems short the beauty in the darkest night brings forth the brightest light of day the longing that with each day begins grows deeper with the fall of night we're moved, our spirit stirred by the shadows that play against our thoughts

Hi G**. The Hanged Man calls today to remind you to pause for a breath. The Hanged Man can represent many things. Today he is reminding you that you have the opportunity to step into stillness, to look deep within and let the answers come to you. You are being reminded to get a new perspective, let the blood rush to your head! Clear out the old and create space for the new! This card is about letting go to need to control, surrender, surrender, surrender! Allow the universe to work her magic! You my love, are on path. Take a moment to step out of time and space, meditate, relax, and trust in your soul! The Hanged Man is suspended in time, but he is relaxed, he has the deepest trust in his path. There is no fear, there is only love. And the Hanged man is surrounded by love! As are you. You can relax, you have nothing to worry about. You are feeling a bit blue many or are a stand still, this card comes to tell you to honor how you feel. This card shows up today to remind y...

Something wakes me the brings me To another set of thoughts The longing that the dreams of late Have chosen The feeling that wakes me The energy that runs through The face that wakes me The desires that run through The body is calling, so is the heart

"The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature." :: Joseph Campbell

Love, true love, soul mate ... perhaps all words ... how do you know true love? I guess when no matter what your mind tells you, what your body tells you, there is the deeper knowledge that you have found the person with whom you can connect ... where there is a deeper connection and knowledge that goes beyond what the eyes see and the ears hear ... it is waking up in the middle of the night to find yourself connected to that someone ... it the energy, the strength you get from that someone regardless of where you are physically ... and if you find this, what do you do?

" ... it was then I understood that my body is only a reflection of my internal state." Anita Moorjani

Never let doubt stop you from taking action. Make all the decisions you need to make and act on them even when you're not completely sure you've made the right decision. :: Paulo Coelho

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people. ::Carl Jung

When a heart withers It dries like the autumn leaves And flies by the whims of the wind When a heart withers The love it harbored is transformed And an echo fills its chambers When a heart withers The sweet honey hidden in a memory Can't feed the body's hungers When a heart withers The tenderest affections May keep hope's doors opened When a heart withers The closeness of two bodies Is not a palliative for a wanting spirit When a heart withers The love hidden in the deepest core Ceases to flow.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people. ~Carl Jung the understanding that the mask in the mirror is my reflection and yet not that the undercurrent of weakness that I see in you are the many faces that I fear in myself; to know that your weakness is the weakness I fear and that in me became my baseline strength, that I instinctively shunned my weakness by striking first that twisting the arm of the other served to hide my fear that even hidden behind a veil of guilt, was the satisfaction to see their tears.

Man should never cease to dream. Dreaming is as nourishing to the soul as food is for the body. --Paulo Coelho

Wood Dragons also are willing to entertain the opinions of others. Their artistic side is strong, and Wood Dragons enjoy being creative and innovative. They get along with others, but will always be the dominating force. The dragon's fire is turned to passions its breath the smoke that reveals it all. Its words the fire with which it builds its palace its energy born out of the earth's burning core.

Hi G***. The Path Of Temperance Asks You To Take A Look At Your Shadow Side And Be Honest With Yourself And Others… You Also Need To Look At You’re Imperfections And Tendency To Over Perform That May Take You By Surprise. You Need To Live In Moderation To Stay Balanced And Healthy… My Interpretation Of Temperance The Temperance card represents the balance of your spirit, mind and body. The tranquil whisper of your spirit cleanses your soul, rejuvenating and healing your emotional being by penetrating your core and leading to the balance that is so necessary. After all, being honest with yourself and others will bring you to a balanced middle ground, and always remember that moderation in everything you do is vital. Of all of the Tarot cards, Temperance most reflects the virtues of balance and healing, which require you to love and take care of yourself. Temperance requires you to take it easy and ponder all decisions well before acting. At times, you will find yourself impatien...

A dream dream dream that wakes me Anger's face telling me it's cold cold cold places I do not recognize One built by anger, and of resentment made There is no light in it So many questions personified as mice What was once disdain is now questions and regret A void of trust separates- it's the loneliness of that burns most.

It isn't the night that I fear, longer each one More so the morning with it's wilful lust Defending each moment with its logic Breaking each hour with a hammer, pounding it Shattering my words like finest glass

Dreamweaver weave me a dream take each of the strands that flow from my heart and weave me a net stronger than the strongest metal and as malleable as the ocean's waves. Dreamweaver weave me a dream cast out your net and keep hold of my spirit and dream me away to the farthest land-- take me on another journey of wonder. Dreamweaver weave me a dream as real as the fantasy that keeps me awake as real as the blood that flows through my body it's another beginning I yearn for, not an end to forget.

The night trickles away in a shroud of memories The darkness hides the ghosts that speed the hours In my thoughts, the endless loop of words and images The heart that beats away the sleeplessness Grows stronger with the passing silence There is no beginning to remember nor an end to forget.

hunger doesn't always require food ... there are synaptic challenges that make our body want to feel satiated ... sometimes sex helps ... or the company of an other ... but sometimes the hunger is like an infinite void, no delicacy will satiate it, nor will the hunkiest hunk and less so the well meaning friend ... this is a hunger for which no food exist ... it's not a hunger of the body nor the mind not even the heart ... this is the hunger of our very core, of our spirit demanding that we move, that we act, that we find the place where our happiness lies, the love that we know exists for us ... you may devour a banquet or give in to desire once or ten fold, but this hunger remains until you move ... or it eats you away

Letters and words, spaces and silences Periods, coma, colon The perpetual guardians of all feelings The laugh, the tear, the gentle nudge require the use of a semi colon; For love it's always periods. The page is filled with symbols: The disconnected reality of the heart.

all is but an echo, a speck of dust in time all memories fade, all feelings dissolve every coincidence is but a happenstance in the schemes of time every glance a reflection, every voice lost in the wind's current every seed germinates.

lost in the echo of a thought the words that drip away into the heart the artifice that the words cast forth the words missing from the page

in the counsel of envy, hearts are blocked the emptiness of resentment brings about the darkest clouds in the counsel of evil, the spirit is crushed and love is consumed by the logic of hatred in the counsel of destruction, darkness is summoned loneliness bubbles up from the deepest core the eyes of the Wicked burn bright with joy, their only satisfaction, the unsatisfied hunger for love. in the counsel of the wicked, darkness is felt it calls forth obsessors to trap their prey in a prison of confusion. In the counsel of the egoists, love is but a pawn the lonely and the forlorn feed their hunger for love with whims of desire.

The hour wasted in thoughts The drafting of words to erase memories The ongoing tic tic ticking of the clock The images that trickle in and out The maddening song of the siren

What lies behind the glass? The smallest hours ticking The dreams that reign in voices The flowing thoughts that create rumblings in our minds The colors hidden in the mirror The repetition of the one we love There's so much more to the hour!

courage is the will to take a leap of faith

The course of true love never did run smooth. ~~William Shakespeare True love is not a strong, fiery, impetuous passion. It is, on the contrary, an element calm and deep. It looks beyond mere externals, and is attracted by qualities alone. It is wise and discriminating, and its devotion is real and abiding. ~~Ellen G. White True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. ~~Francois de La Rochefoucauld

give me your hand, a bit of your skin to bite a dripping bead of your sweat to quench my thirst the force of your scent to calm my sleep give me the breath that fills your soul the warmth of my bodychestmanarms will keep you safe stroke my body, I pull you closer to mine so close to me that I can taste your heart my energy weaving within yours I'll give you my all manloveheart and even will youreyesaretheworldIlivein

Every time we participate in a ritual, we are expressing our beliefs, either verbally or more implicitly. —Tony Schwartz

Hi G***. The Eight of Swords calls today to remind you who you are and what you can do. The eight of swords is a card of self-imposed limitations, feeling trap, bounded, unable to see clearly what the next right move is. This card also speaks to a time for action, the eight of swords is telling you to get up and get to work. You have everything you need within. Remember? This is a time when maybe you have been feeling all tied up, like you are tied down, and it is heavy. You feel like you are out of choices, and you don’t know how to do what needs to be done. This feeling is paralyzing you, and you feel like you cannot breathe. The eight of swords is here to remind you that all of these bounds are control by you! The only things that are binding you are the ones you give power to. You are an infinite being and there are no limitations! So time to set your self free. It is time for you to get up, to do the first thing that is in front of you and to remember that it will always work ...

the mistake was not using the common vocabulary instead of a meaningless set of words words long forgotten on the wayside during the journey. a road had been traced, a final destination without the need to articulate sounds. on the journeys through the nebula we'd learn that the interpretation of glances was more useful than the encyclopedic vocabulary or the common place lexicon. I lost myself in the waves of my own words while ignoring the harmony of your tunes.

I find myself lost in the contrived language of poetry the afternoon drips away onto the street pools collecting the sediments of the day the indifference of the wheel that splashes the hours away the search for meaning in the distant woods or the road ahead the cacophony of voices that give meaning to the moment I find myself lost in a new sound, a new symbol that doesn't yet exist the moment that connects the brain to the heart, the hand to the touch I'm lost on the words of the page asking myself how do I give meaning to the spaces between words, the silences that don't appear on the page; to the feeling that has color and texture, a scent and a taste of its own? I'm lost in the void of the moment, the spark that connects the sentiment to the sound, lost in the impetus to capture the meaning of the synaptic current that moved me to craft feelings with meaningless words.

El error fue ignorar el vocabulario que ya entendíamos A cambio de palabras sin un significado En el recorrido del tiempo. ya se habia trazado un camino, Un destino final en el que seria innecesario articular sonidos. En los viajes de la nebula aprendimos Que La mirada decia mas que las enciclopedias, Que habia un modo mas eficiente de comunicación Que el pobre léxico cotidiano de nuestros idiomas. Me perdí en el mar de mis palabras E ignore las ondas de tu sintonía

dive on hyper-drive, overdrive burning the fuel that floods the engine the oxidase fumes of the burning oils the molecules that clog the diaphragm the outlet inlet supply demand valves the corroding scent of diesels the cells that turn chemical to motion the shock absorbers that keep it all smooth what are the weather conditions? how much fuel will we burn? what when how do we ignite the spark plugs? how much fuel for the miles? how long before you engine burn out? how long before the oxidized motor oil corrodes the engine permanently? for how long can rust inhibitors work? there's only one engine ...

"God has given you one face," Hamlet said, "and you make yourselves another." ... and with it a half heart