to be your mother was the most wonderful gift ...to live with you...the privilege of walking in hell
and be thankful for the walk...
my shadow will always be a fusion composition remixed with yours...
I love you
[but don't ask me to stop the washing machine when you are recording...saying it will disturb the sound. of the mixer..life is not ONLY
music...washing machines need a life too...]
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea;
Where rivers run clear, and the bracken is warm in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where life is a song,
And sing while the birds fill the air with their joy all day long;
Where the trees sway in time, and even the wind sings in tune,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where legends remain,
The stories of old fill the heart and may yet come again;
Where the past has been lost, and the future is still to be won,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
Come by the hills to the land where fancy is free,
And stand where the peaks meet the sky and the loughs meet the sea;
Where rivers run clear, and the bracken is warm in the sun,
And the cares of tomorrow must wait till this day is done.
*hugs*
the story teller=raoui
Raconte, conteur
Raconte une histoire, une légende
Parle- nous des gens d'antan
De Loundja, la fille de l'ogresse et du fils du Sultan
Commence par "Il était une fois",
Offre-nous des rêves
Commence par "Il était une fois"
Chacun d'entre nous a une histoire au fond de son coeur
Raconte, oublie que nous sommes grands
Comme si nous étions des enfants
Nous voulons croire à toutes les histoires
Parle-nous du paradis et de l'enfer
De l'oiseau qui n'a jamais volé
Donne-nous le sens de la vie
Raconte, comme on t'a raconté
Sans en rajouter, sans en enlever
Prends garde, il existe une mémoire
Raconte, fais que l'on oublie notre réalité
Abandonne-nous dans ce "Il était une fois".
Live in Germany[O boy= Ya wlidi]
pic 28-4-2007
growing with my tree....
One day, one of "those days",you don't understand anything...
you keep asking yourself "why" "what for" ""who" ....and you never get an answer
you don't even understand why everybody walks with their feet on the ground
and not with their hands...
"Those days" you don't capture the subtle function of your heart
you hear it beating...and think it's the clock hanging on the wall
"Those days" you wish you could simply unscrew your eyes
and leave them in a little blue velvet music box until the end of days
"Those days" your lips are so bound to each other
you believe you've forgotten them in your mother's womb
"Those days" you don't hear birds singing outside
and you think birds also have laryngitis
"Those days" you notice you're supplied with stereo functional ears
and you try to find the tuning control button in a desperate attempt to balance all exterior and interior waves
"Those days" you so anxiously desire to be on top of a skyscraper
open up your arms and expect to be taken by an unemployed angel to another galaxy
"Those days" you see a beautiful rainbow in the sky
and refuse to go out to avoid being sprinkled by the colours of the rainbow
"Those days" you want to look through the window....
only to realize there was never a window to look through!!!!
Today....is one of "those days
For ever we come, for ever we go;
For ever, day and night, we are on the move.
Whence we come, thither we go,
For ever in the round of birth and death,
From nothingness to nothingness.
But sure, a mystery here abides,
A Something is there for us to know.
(It cannot all be meaningless).
by Lalla
[my tree becoming beautifully green...like every year...]
trees and skies are meant to work together
we human things are meant to love each other....
a peaceful weekend to you all
I love you
The play of this world
is a prolonged dream.
In a dream,
the waking state does not exist,
and, when one is awake,
the dream is no longer real.
Beyond both of these
lies the supreme state,
where there is neither joy nor sorrow,
neither thirst nor hunger,
neither pain nor agitation.
In that state, there is nothing
but supreme peace.
This is the eternal dwelling
of great yogis, deities,
and Supreme Shiva.
O Lalli,it is within your own heart.
Go and live there.
There you will attain peace.
*Lalla*
full moon dharana:
SIMPLICITY IS AN INNER STATE
NOTHING MAKES SENSE
ROLLING DOWN....
Indigo is the most recent aura color to arrive on the planet. Indigos are ushering in a new energy, a new consciousness, and a new age of peace and harmony. Whereas Violets feel driven to help save the planet, to educate the masses, and to improve life here, Indigos are here to live as examples of a new higher awareness.
At this writing, most of the Indigos are children, although there are a few Indigos who came as forerunners years ago. The words used to describe Indigos include honest, aware, highly intuitive, psychic, independent, fearless, strong-willed, and sensitive.
Indigos are old souls who know who they are and where they've come from. Some consider Indigos to be bizarre. These assertive individuals are born with their spiritual memories intact. Many parents report that their Indigo children regale them with vivid details of past lives or recent encounters with spiritual beings. Parents also report that these children can read their minds and seem to have amazing psychic abilities. Parents are often at a loss as to how to raise these amazing little beings.
An unusual characteristic of Indigos is that they frequently appear androgynous. It is often difficult to tell if Indigos are male or female, homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual, or asexual. It's as if Indigos have both the yin and yang, male and female qualities within them. Their sexuality is not their primary concern however; it is their spirituality.
Sue...mine is indigo.....
