Bring on the Wonder

Music & Lyrics by Susan Enan

Special thanks to Flief for reminding me to remember

I can't see the stars anymore living here
Let's go to the hills where the outlines are clear

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

I fell through the cracks at the end of our street
Let's go to the beach, get the sand through our feet

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder
We got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls for too long


I don't have the time for a drink from the cup
Let's rest for a while 'til our souls catch us up

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long

Bring on the wonder
We got it all wrong
We pushed you down deep in our souls, so hang on

Bring on the wonder
Bring on the song
I pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.

Quando a luz...

Quando a luz dos olhos meus
e a luz dos olhos seus
resolvem se encontrar
...meu amor, juro por Deus,
me sinto incendiar...

Vinicius de Moraes

How Like Heaven

How like Heaven
You are
To see
To me

In search of Light
And height
The sun spots flare
In sheer delight

for my beloved friend and inspiration, Ruth

Vaquinhas Everywhere

As riches rain

Into flying cows

Vaquinhas all

In the dreams

of Lorretine

So do the riches of heaven

Pour into our lives

Without end.

Image by Lorretine (link at right...)
Click it to make YOUR day more beautiful.

Cassidy's Dream

Extra special thanks to my BFF, Cassidelicious.
Your dream will make our reality. I love you.

My Gorgeous Friend, Along the Way

Our purpose
is to create loving experiences
by making conscious choices
along our evolutionary journey
towards eternal oneness
with the Light.

Observation by the gorgeous Katinka Leon,
Juicy image by the delectable Sark

Springtime in Iraq

All we are saying is, give peace a chance

translation of poem by renato flief

If the roses, the red roses
Really bleed into the gardens
With their colors and non-colors
Their perfumes

Imported with pigments,
The flowers, with their shapes and faces
Orderly, perfumes,
Their perfumes

Horizontal the scars
That if opened in the soft earth
The gardens bleed jasmine
With their perfumes
Green, and white, and detailed
Insects with their perfumes

The scents, the scents of the earth
Of its blood running, sprouting
Oh, the movement of blood
Sweet, this taste for blood
Exhale your perfumes
Into these insects without wings

Plant your flesh
Shrouded
Tired
Perfume
Vile
Inspire Red

immerse yourself in renato's work at www.movimentoo.blogspot.com

Il Dolce Far Niente

for Cleide, with love

The world you see
You've seen
You've shared
So grand, so glorious
So beyond the spheres
Of most who live
And only dream
And only dream

Not you
Not you

You dream
You go
You see
You share
Your dream
And make it ours.

yet another dreamy photo from Lorretine

More than Water

The droplets fall
Each one a challenge
For this young face,
So fresh in the world

"I don't like water on my face,"
She said
With a tremble in her voice,
Trepidation turning to courage

(And it's not courage
If we're not afraid...)

Two brave pirouettes later
A new delight
A corner turned forever
Face bravely to the droplets

It's Time to Care About the Salmon

Special thanks to my BFF, Cassidy
and the magnificent Seattle Country Day School

On Thursday, we went to release
The baby salmon to the river
Hoping they will grow up
And go on their journey
To the ocean.

Wet Dream

My only thought in seeing your face
Flash through my life that day
Was that there would be no kisses in the rain

And yet...

"Como os amantes que se beijam na chuva
E desesperam os cheiros entre peles
Por toques

Ouvi tua respiração rara
Senti tua atenção clara

Desnuda tua boca
Inunda minha tarde oblíqua"

We did. We have. We will.
Too many to count...

Thanks to Flief for the bit of his poem (and the kisses in the rain).
Thanks to Brad Proctor for his exquisitely alive image.
Visit him at www.bradproctor.com

Outra Manhã, Outra Aurora

Poem by Renato Flief, Photo by John Rashby-Pollock

Quando creio que me protegem
Um dia terei de proteger
Mas quem protege você de mim?

Quando em uma aurora avisto o sol
Pergunto-me o porquê de suas cores
O porquê de suas cores
E esqueço-me de contemplar

Quando respiro fundo e emudeço
Sou carbônico, sou violeta
Dificultando e dividindo

Vencendo minha própria inércia
Nado com minha imaginação de criança
Com esse despertar de esperança

Eu vivo, eu jovem, eu grito
Rompendo com o eu difícil
O réu rançoso e ríspido
Amanhecendo percebo o risco

Eu movido, eu preocupo, eu protejo
Aguardo outra manhã, outra aurora
Lembrando que existe hoje
Que se eu matar o sol do poente
Jamais terei consciência do nascer

I Sang a Song of You

Aboriginal dream art: Maureen Nampajimpa

In some ancient cultures, when a woman wants a baby

She will go to a quiet place and listen

For the sound, the name of the spirit
That wants to be born into her life.

When she hears the name, she makes a song
That she will go home and sing to her lover,
That they will sing together, as they make love
To invite the baby, the spirit to join them in this life.

As she awaits the birth, she sings this song
To teach the baby her name, show her she is wanted.
At the birth, the midwives and father sing this name song
To welcome the spirit to this life.

When the child is hungry, or falls down, or feels sad
Takes her first step, and for other joyful events
Her marriage, the birth of her child, and then, for the last time
As she is returned to heaven and earth at her death,
Her song is sung, so she will know she is wanted,
That she is loved, that she belongs
And that she alone is she.

From the silence of the mountains
With the music of the mata
I sang a song of you.

see Maureen Nampajimpa's art at: http://www.desertdreams.com.au/Desert_Dreams_Exhibition.php

To Some Degree

For Lori
To some degree, you said
Don't we all, as good parents,
To some degree...

Somehow, to some degree,
We let ourselves
Love everyone more
Than we love ourselves
To some degree
Give to anyone more
Than we give to ourselves
To some degree
Say yes to anyone
But ourselves
To some degree

To what degree?

To what degree
Do we cannibalize our strength
Our certainty
Our safety
Our peace
To give, to do
For anyone but ourselves?
Image: First Love Yourself, by Seidman

The way you see

"The Universe is working for us," you said
In a moment of seeming chaos, obstruction.
In a now I resisted, a moment I wanted out of.
Incisive, acute, straight to the heart of it
Seeing through the door to the window,
A peek into the perfect that to me seemed like later
But you knew was now. This now. Each now. Our now.
Encanto & image by Flief

Casa esperando

Perception reduces reality to what is accessible to us
through the small range of our senses...what we can
see, hear, smell, taste, touch.
It is when we are trapped in incessant streams of compulsive
thinking that the universe really disintegrates for us.
We lose the ability to sense the interconnectedness of all that exists.
Thinking cuts reality up into lifeless fragments.
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth

The desire for safety stands in the way of every
noble enterprise. Roman Emperor Tacitus

Esperando. Waiting. Hoping. Here the same word.
In the airport, the waiting list is also the hoping list.

Tolle advocates for the now, the only moment there is.
Do not be waiting. Be present, fully in the moments that are
the nows between this now and the now you would wait, hope for.
Is this perfect apartment the perfect apartment?
There have been three. Maybe this one, with its "negativos."
Maybe. To live with maybe, live comfortably with the maybe.
Live in the adventure, the possibility of uncertainty.
This is the journey from safe to soaring.

Gentle reminder by Tolle; image by Flief.

JenSei

Jennifer teaching Aikido in Santa Cruz

Love weaves its way
Through snags and snares
As lifetimes flow,
And souls take form.

Child of a child,
Daughter of a dream
Enchanting us all as
We witness your dance.

Beyond my comprehension,
But not my intention
You are the the gift I got
And the gift I give to this
Weary hopeful world.

Namaste, dearest Jen, namaste.

Eleven minutes

Consumed by time this time this clock this clock
10:21 10:41 11:39 12:37 1:12 2:07 2:21
Five hours five hours five hours all night all day
Eleven minutes just eleven just eleven minutes
Five days call it four; Five weeks call it two months
So fast so slow so loud no tics no tocs no clocks
Can measure this time this time

"Time is the substance from which I am made.
Time is a river that carries me along, but I am the river;
it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger;
it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire."
- Jorge Luis Borges

Thanksgiving

Sunflower by Renato Flief (see movimento-o link...)

Redefining what is "necessary," from things to money
to restless thoughts that needlessly engorge my mind,
this Thanksgiving takes on new meaning for me,
and I am grateful that I have, have always had,
and will always have, all that I need, and more.
God bless us all, everyone.

"Tis a gift to be simple, 'tis a gift to be free,
Tis a gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
It will be in the valley of love and delight."
"Simple Gifts" traditional hymn by Elder Joseph Brackett, 1848

Do you like her too?

Never stopping
Always talking
Cellphones singing
(My ears ringing)
Brown eyes flashing
Sempre sempre
Sempre sempre
(Quase-nunca?)
Look beyond
The noise and feel
The heart of Kika beating.

Gratitude to Lorretine for her image, and to Valéria, for her heart