My name is Floyd Boykin Jr. and this is my lead single and video to my new album EARTHOLOGY. It is a very positive and uplifting project featuring Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Maya Azucena, Tantra-Zawadi, Marc Marcel, Al Caldwell and many more. I really could use your support on this record, so if you like this video, please log on to http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/FloydBoykinJr
to sample the project and possibly buy the single or the album. Thank you for your support. Keep it positive. Also available on iTunes.
- Floyd
Hi Hila. I am happy to connect with you; I like making new friends. As an unknown author it is a good way to spread the word about my inspiring autobiography. This humble story about my life, my death and my resurrection is inspirational. Suddenly I have contacts from all over the world; many of whom have become friends, and more to the point, fans of my book on its Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Flight-of-a-Lifetime/7620224075?ref=ts
If you want to help change your life, make sure you get my incredible autobiography. Read it, love it, be inspired by it - and don't forget to tell your friends to do the same. It may be the best thing you have ever done.
Sunday…to one and all: Peace within & peace to share…
MEDICINE DREAM
I have a dream:
at the center of the dream
is circling ocean
in the center of the ocean
is turtle island
at the center of the island
is vision mountain
in the center of the mountain
is healing crystal
at the center of the crystal
is sacred light
in the center of the light
i sit dreaming
I have a dream:
i dream i am a tree
my roots spread out
beside a place of water
in sunlight
my branches turn to fire
my leaves are prayers of smoke
my heart beats like a drum
inside a stone of power
I have a dream:
my dream is at the center
of great silence
here at the center
i sit dreaming
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.
Something happens here, this perpetual—the Earth. Call it God-seeds, seeds of light, the miracle of life; call it love or call it magic. It fills our veins, yet teems beyond us.
The squid, the jellyfish, the sea lion, the orca, the elegant ray, the humpback whale; dove, raven, hummingbird, robin, the heron, eagle and the jay;
butterfly, dragonfly
fire ant and bee; the wolf, the fox,
white tiger, black panther, tree toad, desert tortoise, the panda and the polar bear. Then there is us. Human. Question mark.
The unanswered asking that snakes through everything; screams terror, dreams in ecstasy. The ones who
boast of speaking with God—God interpreters—who cast thick shadows of destruction and amplified death. Listen now.
Say with me: Roundness all around. This perpetual—the Earth. Scurrying in the grass, humming on the wind, whispering melodies along motive water; sun on the colors of flowers, the carnival benign of pollen down flanks of praying mountains, out over meadows, into the humility of valleys. The swish of frogs and fishes among rushes; rattling reeds.
The reverent are amazed and will forego explanation. Goodness is to abide. Thanks, an antidote to violence, gladly given. Wisdom is to be still at certain intervals along this pilgrimage and observe with godlike laughter gutting, though yet demure. Look now. Listen.
Say with me: Behold the interplay intimate of angels and trees. Prophet,
what will you tell your lover when asked to recite the psalms of creation? And as you were held tenderly in dreamtime of childhood, how do you forget
the children of the Earth?
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?
hi hila,
thanks for your nice comment.
and no, it's not cuasing any troubles so far.
in which city do you live hila??
I hope we have a chance to talk, and know more about each others. I think we can talk by phone or messenger if you don't mind.
Dear Hila, I'm so grateful if we can do that. It reminds me 20 years ago I was dying in the hospital and my friend guide me trough the phone and the first time I have seen the light, experienced infinite love and started to heal, to reborn in the same body.
My conscious spiritual journey started at that day. But it is a long story. I have the skype program but I used it only few times. I will open it and you can give me a day and hour when we can do that. Also in my spirituality we offer tobacco for spiritual healing and we offer a gift to honor the spirit helpers and the healer. So I will offer and burn the tobacco here in the fire here and you tell me where can I send the gift from my heart to your Holy Land. Infinite love and bliss to you and to your country in this heart braking times of war. May your heart flower with rainbow light and enlighten all you touch with. Your soul brother. Ge-och-mo-kene, Swirling Rainbow
Dear sister,
Can you help me with a karmic blockage through the distance. I work my self in to help healing people for many years but know I need help to heal a part of my self which not letting me to grow. I feel a connection with
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My name is Floyd Boykin Jr. and this is my lead single and video to my new album EARTHOLOGY. It is a very positive and uplifting project featuring Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Maya Azucena, Tantra-Zawadi, Marc Marcel, Al Caldwell and many more. I really could use your support on this record, so if you like this video, please log on to http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/FloydBoykinJr
to sample the project and possibly buy the single or the album. Thank you for your support. Keep it positive. Also available on iTunes.
- Floyd
If you want to help change your life, make sure you get my incredible autobiography. Read it, love it, be inspired by it - and don't forget to tell your friends to do the same. It may be the best thing you have ever done.
MEDICINE DREAM
I have a dream:
at the center of the dream
is circling ocean
in the center of the ocean
is turtle island
at the center of the island
is vision mountain
in the center of the mountain
is healing crystal
at the center of the crystal
is sacred light
in the center of the light
i sit dreaming
I have a dream:
i dream i am a tree
my roots spread out
beside a place of water
in sunlight
my branches turn to fire
my leaves are prayers of smoke
my heart beats like a drum
inside a stone of power
I have a dream:
my dream is at the center
of great silence
here at the center
i sit dreaming
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.
Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.
Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?
David Sparenberg
18 July 2009
The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.
David Sparenberg
and very good night
Something happens here, this perpetual—the Earth. Call it God-seeds, seeds of light, the miracle of life; call it love or call it magic. It fills our veins, yet teems beyond us.
The squid, the jellyfish, the sea lion, the orca, the elegant ray, the humpback whale; dove, raven, hummingbird, robin, the heron, eagle and the jay;
butterfly, dragonfly
fire ant and bee; the wolf, the fox,
white tiger, black panther, tree toad, desert tortoise, the panda and the polar bear. Then there is us. Human. Question mark.
The unanswered asking that snakes through everything; screams terror, dreams in ecstasy. The ones who
boast of speaking with God—God interpreters—who cast thick shadows of destruction and amplified death. Listen now.
Say with me: Roundness all around. This perpetual—the Earth. Scurrying in the grass, humming on the wind, whispering melodies along motive water; sun on the colors of flowers, the carnival benign of pollen down flanks of praying mountains, out over meadows, into the humility of valleys. The swish of frogs and fishes among rushes; rattling reeds.
The reverent are amazed and will forego explanation. Goodness is to abide. Thanks, an antidote to violence, gladly given. Wisdom is to be still at certain intervals along this pilgrimage and observe with godlike laughter gutting, though yet demure. Look now. Listen.
Say with me: Behold the interplay intimate of angels and trees. Prophet,
what will you tell your lover when asked to recite the psalms of creation? And as you were held tenderly in dreamtime of childhood, how do you forget
the children of the Earth?
David Sparenberg
30 December 2008
from THE GREEN TROUDABOUR SOURCE BOOK
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
thanks for your nice comment.
and no, it's not cuasing any troubles so far.
in which city do you live hila??
I hope we have a chance to talk, and know more about each others. I think we can talk by phone or messenger if you don't mind.
big hug
Muntaser
how are you doing??
I wish you a happy baseh.
hugs
Muntaser
My conscious spiritual journey started at that day. But it is a long story. I have the skype program but I used it only few times. I will open it and you can give me a day and hour when we can do that. Also in my spirituality we offer tobacco for spiritual healing and we offer a gift to honor the spirit helpers and the healer. So I will offer and burn the tobacco here in the fire here and you tell me where can I send the gift from my heart to your Holy Land. Infinite love and bliss to you and to your country in this heart braking times of war. May your heart flower with rainbow light and enlighten all you touch with. Your soul brother. Ge-och-mo-kene, Swirling Rainbow
Can you help me with a karmic blockage through the distance. I work my self in to help healing people for many years but know I need help to heal a part of my self which not letting me to grow. I feel a connection with
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