Friday, March 18, 2011

Lyrical moments


circle, circle, come to play; 
spiral, spiral, through and sway;
wave, wave, flow our way;
square, square, the room with clay;
pyramid, pyramid, the peak is real;
angle, angle, the direction of the wheel;
swirl, swirl, the chaos of the street;
dance, dance, the rhythm of your beat;
silence, silence, into the stillness of our nature;
heart, heart, peace of mind in a responsive body posture;
circle, circle, come to play;




 (inspired by a beautiful 2 years old)

Monday, March 14, 2011

New Born

how come all this is happening in this present moment now ?

what is happening; a strong engagement of our felt perception; moving us in many ways wherever we are placed in this present moment;a common intense wave of change is rippling through the inner wall layers entering final stages of labor; let's feel it, feel the pain of expansion, listening to the inner breathing of another within us, uniting our breaths in syncronicity to reduce the pain and feel our way through ...

the holder engaging in a dance with a new born, wanting to show up at the right time, in his/her own natural way, asking us to hear him/her and respond with care;

the contractions are speeding up, and in between there is a resting period before another contraction comes without any warning;yes and by being carefully attentive, we can catch it at its start and breath with it to pass with ease; noticing how we expand preparing to receive this beautiful new born longing to join us, without knowing how he/she will look and what he/she will bring; just having deep faith that by our healthy holding and continuous conscious  nurturing of ourselves and hence the new born, we will be united with a pure soul who chose this family and community to actively participate in life ...

the time of birth is getting closer and closer, the water breaks and all emotions pour out, the unity of our togetherness is getting closer; a choice is presented; suppress the pain or stay in complete presence and acceptance;two experiences of different dynamics, in one we are absent from the connection as it shows up, we have released our responsibility to the hands of others who direct the body which has become senseless, and another choice where the intensity of the pain brings more intimate awareness of the process and the inner movement maintaining a connection that becomes a gift of knowing through feeling ...

the midwives support the mother, and the father's consciousness directs the drive and motivation .. with one final aligned rhythmical breath the new born shows up from a dark womb into a light space, into the arms of his/her nurturer and warmth of light;

the time has come to cut the chord; who does it, how is it done, when is it done; all necessary questions as the child is gently embraced int the new light he came to, as the child is gently guided to let go of the safety of the womb and its history entering into life with all his/her innocent energy and pure vibrations to bring conscious action in community, unfolding it nature with the nurture of culture and the beauty of human nature in a peaceful mind with an open heart and loving will, joining attention with intention, co-creating his/her life experience .....

a new born is alive and living amongst us, with us ...
a new born is here, breathing his/her unique breath into our collective breathing space ...
a new born ...

what if mother earth itself is birthing a new born child?
what if she is in her final stages of labor, feeling pain, unbearable pain with each contraction?
what if she is asking fro compassionate holding and attention, instead of premature birth, forced labor or surgical intervention ...?
what if ..?

and then who are the facilitators?
who are the midwives supporting her in the process, holding her and her unborn new born with loving care and attention?
who are the anaesthesiologists who prefer to suppress the pain, cutting off the senses?
who are the people who want to control the process away from deep listening which enables the natural birthing?
who are the unconscious who are fighting the delivery by creating obstacles, destroying lives, seeking an abortion?
who are the conscious fathers universally connected, and standing with awareness next to her guiding the process through their unconditional presence and love ?

who are we in this emerging new born story?

.....

Sunday, February 27, 2011

وعي ابعد من الطائفية

الكلمات افكار فكيف يمكننا ان ندافع و نصدق ما لم ينبع منّا
و ما هي هذه الفكرة و لماذا تأتي الآن ، فهي للتشويش
 و تشويش الذهن يبعدنا عن الاصل و الاتحاد
فكيف يمكننا ان نتكلم عن التقسيم و الانسانية تغني الوحدة و التوحيد
و كيف يمكننا ان نصدق ان حلقة دينية متناغمة مع بعضها البعض يمكنها ان تنصهر بسلام من دون الآخر
الا يدرون ان الانسان مميز باختلافه و ان  ما يجمعه هو الاخلاق و المبادىء و دوره في الحياة
الا يدرون ان الصورة الواحدة و اللون الواحد ممل لا يحرّك و لا يدفع الحياة الى الامام
فهذه راحة سطحية تبعد الحياة عن التطور و الاختيار من خيرات هذه الحياة الغنيّة
الا يدرون ان السلطة و القيادة الفعّالة هي القيادة الجماعية البنّاءة ،هي قيادة النفس لقيادة المجتمع
   ما اضيق النظرعندما لا نسمع الآخر و نراه بحقيقته من حقيقتنا
هنا هنا هنا 
يقولون الحياة صحية و لكنها مؤمنة من الخارج 
لا فالصحة تأمينها من الداخل 
فلا يمكن لأحد ان يسمع دقاتي العاطفية و يرى كمالي بل انا 
هيا استفيقوا الى العاصفة و ارجعوا الى نفسكم و اسمعوه ، اسمعوه باكمله فهو بانتظاركم، يحبكم ، احبوه 
هنا هنا هنا

HerStory ... تاريخها

لا، لا لن اسمع كلمات و افكار لا انسجم معها و اسكت
لا، لن اسمح للطاقة الموروثة  ان  تبقى قوة من دون سؤال
  فالطاقة في داخلنا تريد ان تظهر فهل يمكننا ان نسمع و نستمع لنغماتها
ما اسمى الحياة باكملها
اصوات و حركات في كل لحظة في صدر السكون، السكون الهي
فراغ يملئ ، نملاءه و ما نلبث ان نسبح على سطحه ناسين اعماقه
تاريخ، اين يقف التاريخ و لماذا تقفون عند زمن ولادة الاوطان والاديان في تلك الايام التي اصبحت اللغة مقريّة مكتوبة 
اليست هناك تاريخها (مؤنثة) غير مكتوبة بل محفورة في الطبيعة و موجودة في القلوب على الارض 
وكيف يمكنكم ايها القارئون في التاريخ ان تصلوا الى هذا التاريخ ما قبل التاريخ الذي رسمتموه بقرائتكم اياه و تصديق القصة و اعادة الحلقة نفسها، لانكم نسيتم الارض و ثمراتها ، لانكم نسيتم الفطرة و قلوبكم، لانكم تريدون واقع  فكري ملموس و لا تدرون ان الابداع ليس بدعة بل حقيقة مستوحاة من القلوب الخيرة التي تجتمع للخير 
ها هي هنا، و دقات قلبنا صدقها 
و تنفسنا مسارها ،  و نحن ابنائها
و نجتمع فنجمع ، و نخلق فنُخلق
آه ما امتع الحياة باكملها

River Tides

I am in this river, a tide with other tides
I carry my shape, and hold my energetic waves
I plunge so deep beyond my comfort zone at shore
I flow open to the surprises of nature's unfolding gifts
knowing I will connect with the other tides in sight
knowing we will co-create our dancing visible waves
protecting the movement of life's essence
bringing aliveness from our streams into this river
expanding towards another into a new ocean form
I am in this river, a tide with other tides

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

dear Gratitude

how can you, dear Gratitude, become the subject of mere servitude
how come, dear Gratitude, can your presence disturb the ego's attitude

oh, how absurd it is to take you, dear Gratitude, for granted away from life's essences
oh, how absurd it it to assume, dear Gratitude, that you show up under limited circumstances

life is abundant through your smile, dear Gratitude, how fully can you be appreciated
life is expansive through your humility, dear Gratitude, where the heart beats can be radiated

continue to show up, dear Gratitude, in every voice wave in existence
continue to connect us, dear Gratitude, with the greatness of our integrated conscious awareness

i love you, dear Gratitude, for your being
i love you, dear Gratitude, for your loving

Friday, February 4, 2011

Dance of the Feminine

a circle comes together
a circle that cares for the feminine power

a dancing conversation flows in rhythm
a dancing of creativity becomes the intuitive expression

a story-telling makes the connection
a story-making tells the authentic weave of life's cyclical communication

a circle comes together
a circle that cares for the feminine power