..and i am here for LOVE and PEACE...for you my Angel M.H.Al...and will be always...love you and bless you my beloved friends...hugs and kiss for you too...
Thank you for inviting me to be your friend Motorcycle Hippy Al. I look forward to getting to know you better in the days ahead. Right now I am just trying to get to know and understand how to navigate this site. Looks like there are a lot of very nice people here. I am 63 years old and live in the state of Washington, and have most of my life. I am retired and live with my older brother and one sister who are also retired. Am going to go check out more of this site, will get back to you later once I figure everything out here, if I do. Dennis
thank you Al it means a lot to me that you peek in every so often. This summer is lonlier since it is tyhe first summer with out my love and I am getting ready to sell my home but I am bery torn about this.
When the one who is awaited comes
and you find your face
within his face
and your heartbeat
living inside his heartbeat
as entwined as lover’s breath;
when the angel that he brings
bears your name as
clearly inscribed as his own
and the animal at his side
walks peacefully
in the shadow of your footsteps;
then will the Earth Revolution begin
like a child
awakening at the onset of morning
(a Dawn Child)
and green will be as red as gold.
And that which starts
prayerful in a whispered word
swift as lightning
or as wildfire consumes
not but bitterness
and the lusts of exploitation and war.
And it shall end in this:
The never ending fertility
of the dream of God
and the promise filling the fields
of holy prophesy. For we
in the companionship
of the awaited—of one coming on—
shall eat at the banquet of our preparations.
And the one will be invited
to sit here
and be among us.
That day shall be called
Abundance. And that night
Deliverance from the Apocalypse
of manmade evils. And the world
with the one at the center of
the everywhere from
now until always will dance.
Dance as people dance
around a tree of fire
that does not burn but
shines with joy. With life.
With redefining
Liberty.
David Sparenberg
6 August 2008
ON HEARING AGAIN BEETHOVEN’S
ODE TO JOY
In the terrible
conflagration of war
it is not only armies
that are consumed
but the obo
and the violin die
die tragically as well.
In the monstrous
rampages of hatred
it is not only the victims
of insidious propaganda who
are the targets of political rage
but the flowers of perception
are withered too.
Like a winter storm
the land that longs
for love of spring
wastes with wounds
and ugly memories.
Somewhere in the darkness
of petrifying screams
there is the smell of
carrion earth
an outcry of blood.
Music too
like a sweetness in the soul of
struggling even
as a song bird
nesting
in the heart of the angel
of human discovery perishes.
Who then pleads
for the others who
are scattered everywhere
like dust in the wind?
Thank you!!! I could feel your heart all the way to Cali...I thought you might like to read this article I found while doing a search to return your gesture of kindness.
Mahalo for the reminder, but let me assure you there is no way I would ever forget that! Especially THEEESSSE days. Back in the early 90's I worked in new construction cleaning. The company was called Final Phase. At one point I told the owner to read The Mists of Avalonand when she did she promptly dubbed me High Priestess of Final Phase. My ego lapped it up, as I knew Final Phase was more than a cleaning company. LOL
Anahata is sanskrit for the heart chakra, but I had taken on the name 2 years before I discovered that, Love is an amalgamation of the first 2 letters of my birth first and middle names. I have had the name since 1995. I recently googled it and learned more about the assignment I took on. It is definitely one for me to GROW into,
Don't bother trying to make sense out of what the majority are doing. Hang with love, joy and peace.
I think you would like Hawaii.
I'm glad I waited. Spirit knows best. Have you ever been to Hawaii? There is a cave at Honounou that is almost identical to the picture you sent. I have watched the sunset from there a couple of times.
Friend come and visit my blog and say what you think, see this message posted
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Thank you so much for that warm message. That's so kind of you. I am very excited to be here, it's a wonderful place. Hope to know you better.
When the one who is awaited comes
and you find your face
within his face
and your heartbeat
living inside his heartbeat
as entwined as lover’s breath;
when the angel that he brings
bears your name as
clearly inscribed as his own
and the animal at his side
walks peacefully
in the shadow of your footsteps;
then will the Earth Revolution begin
like a child
awakening at the onset of morning
(a Dawn Child)
and green will be as red as gold.
And that which starts
prayerful in a whispered word
swift as lightning
or as wildfire consumes
not but bitterness
and the lusts of exploitation and war.
And it shall end in this:
The never ending fertility
of the dream of God
and the promise filling the fields
of holy prophesy. For we
in the companionship
of the awaited—of one coming on—
shall eat at the banquet of our preparations.
And the one will be invited
to sit here
and be among us.
That day shall be called
Abundance. And that night
Deliverance from the Apocalypse
of manmade evils. And the world
with the one at the center of
the everywhere from
now until always will dance.
Dance as people dance
around a tree of fire
that does not burn but
shines with joy. With life.
With redefining
Liberty.
David Sparenberg
6 August 2008
ON HEARING AGAIN BEETHOVEN’S
ODE TO JOY
In the terrible
conflagration of war
it is not only armies
that are consumed
but the obo
and the violin die
die tragically as well.
In the monstrous
rampages of hatred
it is not only the victims
of insidious propaganda who
are the targets of political rage
but the flowers of perception
are withered too.
Like a winter storm
the land that longs
for love of spring
wastes with wounds
and ugly memories.
Somewhere in the darkness
of petrifying screams
there is the smell of
carrion earth
an outcry of blood.
Music too
like a sweetness in the soul of
struggling even
as a song bird
nesting
in the heart of the angel
of human discovery perishes.
Who then pleads
for the others who
are scattered everywhere
like dust in the wind?
David Sparenberg
25-26 July 2008
I thought you might enjoy this. It's about his bike that he had to sell as far as I know.
http://www.hinduonnet.com/thehindu/mp/2003/08/07/stories/2003080700080200.htm
The more we are thankful, the more in which we will have to be thankful. Peace, prosperity and abundance.
Elisa
Don't bother trying to make sense out of what the majority are doing. Hang with love, joy and peace.
I think you would like Hawaii.
Take Care,
I am Blue Solar Storm
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