108 are the beads of a mala (the 'rosary' counter for mantra practice) and many in the west have been introduced to mantra recitation. As you love beads, make original malas and the target will be easier to find.
hi, elizabeth... very interesting background! i am sure the right opportunity for you to earn your living doing things you love is out there, waiting for you. Go for it!
"Our closest relatives genetically, in nature, are chimpanzees-one of the few other animals known to wage war against other chimpanzees, ie. against self. So, humans and chimps, almost alone in nature will kill self in the form of other humans or chimps"........Elizabeth Allen
Dear sister Elizabeht Allen, How you feel now? Hope you are doing fine, I am bad worried we have to face too many issues. Good to see you online.
Rashand
Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.
Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers
drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.
Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”
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
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.
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Warm regards, Eva
Regards Love and peace.
Rashad.
"Have a Magical Life"
"Our closest relatives genetically, in nature, are chimpanzees-one of the few other animals known to wage war against other chimpanzees, ie. against self. So, humans and chimps, almost alone in nature will kill self in the form of other humans or chimps"........Elizabeth Allen
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Namaste
Rashad.
Rashand
Regards, love & peace.
Rashad.
Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.
Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers
drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.
Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”
David Sparenberg
11 August 2009
Rashad.
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
"That You are, a Musical Angel or just an Everyday Rainbow
. I liked Your comment on the Welcome Team board, about the pictures & warm greetings being sent to new members. It was worth more than 5 cents to MeThe 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
Yes I am feeling happy and already have started to spread the community, InshaAllah I shall bring about 40 friends to this community.
Let the foaming water bathe you
from the sea the moon smiles over
and where the sun sets.
Let the rain find you on a little hill.
Dreaming beneath the autumn tree,
let dew drop into your imagination
and splash candles of rainbows.
Grow the wings of raven: where mystery
and silence transform space and time,
fly to the garden-vision
in the heart of the world.
Do not forget the seasons of seeding;
the moments of harvest,
when flowers of manna
become fruit from your soul.
Do not forget:
here is the Earth and you,
earthling, are here in the shadow-play
of dreams and storms.
There is a spirit hovering and she nests
wherever centering occurs. Out of whose
hands, beloved,
does the dove of now ascent,
if not from yours?
David Sparenberg
15 December 2008
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