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THIS IS AN ENTRY TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ’cause I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other –
that is until I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.

I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes –
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe “Go to hell.”

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime

I know it’s not very nice….but god it’s funny. 

This next one, I cannot resist…

 

If You Forget Me

I want you to know one thing.  You know how this is:  if I look  at the crystal moon, at the red branch  of the slow autumn at my window,  if I touch  near the fire  the impalpable ash  or the wrinkled body of the log,  everything carries me to you,  as if everything that exists,  aromas, light, metals,  were little boats  that sail  toward those isles of yours that wait for me.  Well, now,  if little by little you stop loving me  I shall stop loving you little by little.  If suddenly  you forget me  do not look for me,  for I shall already have forgotten you.  If you think it long and mad,  the wind of banners  that passes through my life,  and you decide  to leave me at the shore  of the heart where I have roots,  remember  that on that day,  at that hour,  I shall lift my arms  and my roots will set off  to seek another land.  But  if each day,  each hour,  you feel that you are destined for me  with implacable sweetness,  if each day a flower  climbs up to your lips to seek me,  ah my love, ah my own,  in me all that fire is repeated,  in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,  my love feeds on your love, beloved,  and as long as you live it will be in your arms  without leaving mine.  Pablo Neruda

In conjunction with, or in opposition to…List.

The latest paper from District Weekly was about the year in List, aka Ranking and filing the years events.  It occurred to me while reading the thousand and one some semi-lame for your-entertainment pleasure, that List seem to be the new popular trend.  I see it all over the web, and blogs.  Why would it be a trend?  Do we need a list to organize our thoughts and mind?  I suppose there are list about everything from Yoga’s Eight Limbs on how to live and how not to.  List about things you want to do, or just did the past year. There’s list about your “ideal” life, partner, job, accessories, schools you want to attend etc… could be on anything. And then there’s comparison’s for/against, what’s in/what’s not.   I have run into several list these past few weeks for our List-mania indulgence. enjoi.  

   List for your personal Happiness

   List for your Simplifying 

  This List here was given by Salvador Dali. Possibily the first of such.  

   Salvador Dali’s Against and For List

against	for
simplicity	complexity
egalitarianism	hierarchization
politics	metaphysics
nature	aesthetics
mechanism	dreams
youth	maturity
spinach	snails
Buddha	the Marquis de Sade
the sun	the moon
Rembrandt	Vermeer
savage objects	ultra-civilized 1900 objects
medicine	magic
philosophy	religion
mountains	coast line
phantoms	specters
women	Gala
men	myself
scepticism	faith

 

 

 

Dragon Thunder and Innocent Hearts.

Currently Reading Dragon Thunder, by Diana Mukpo, wife of Chogyam Trungpa. She wrote a book about her life and experience with a great Tibetan teacher, Chogyam Trungpa, also known as a “Crazy Wisdom Master.”  In this account of her life, I’ve read a lot that is similar to what my life has been living with a crazy Wisdom Master for the past 5 years, and knowing one for 9.  The thread that I’ve been following the most is about how she related to her family in the midst of a community, next to her husband- a teacher, and how that all went down.  I have found and seen with most spiritual communities the children are the background, as it sounded from her this was the case.  Currently living in a spiritual community the main project has been the child rearing of Leeloo Love, my daughter.  What was once a single focus as practitioners and dharma expanded through the arrival of a child.  Since them Leeloo has been the healing of many people, not just because of who she is, but from the approach I, Mursshud, and the community took.  The New Being Project, a place where every child is given the oppurtunity to live there life without being shrouded by the veils of illusion.  This idea is only the tip of the iceberg, and it may even seem high-minded, yet I assure you that it’s not.  Its the simple truth of innocence and purity, the heart every child is born into.

 The past few days after the retreat we had the pleasure of  two families staying with us in Long Beach, and seeing the interest of this approach/style of child rearing.  I see the opportunity of a new template being laid down for family’s, conscious family rearing as a spiritual practice.  So far it’s been in an incubation within a community, and it’s beginning to creep out to others. 

For those of you unknown to Chogyam Trungpa, his life brought Tibetan Buddhism in the US, that by far changed Americans forever.  

Be Here Now.

Id be lying if I said,  I’ve been hiding out with nothing to say.  I have a lot to say these days. A lot to share. About life, my life, and life that is opening up to exist. It’s coming full circle for me in many ways.  My practice, my intention and revealing of the Self.  In some ways, it’s ben complete chaos and murder of the Self. It made no sense, kind of like the middle of an operation, where it’s messy and looks wrong.  And after the operation is complete, the insides are working again, and I’m working again. At the time the reflection of my life made no sense. Kind of like this entry, it may not make sense to many.   

Yesterday I brought home some photographs that were stored away from the past 10 years.  The photos were of me, friends and some hilarious events.  And as I looked  at those photos I could really say that I didn’t feel like that person anymore.  What I saw was a girl looking aimlessly for something inside herself through yoga, meditation, and relationships.  It’s apart of me, yet not me.  I realized that the past 4 years is when life really began, since I was pregnant with Leeloo.  Everything, (in the greatest respect) was a bit of a blur.  I do say it respectfully, because although it may not have had such a depth of purpose, I did end up in the right place, and I am so grateful to have had every experience that I ever had. To have met some of the most amazing, strange, interesting, loving, and wonderful people on my path.  It had a great deal to do with finding myself in where I needed to be. Right here Now. 

This is a but of a side note, I’m checking out other Blogging Host, and I may change to Blogger.  This one doesn’t have as flexibility with the templates as I’d like.  The fonts, colors, texts and layouts need to change, and I’d like to have a bit more control over it.  I’l keep you posted.  

I also plan to scan some of those ridiculous photos, and scare some people with them.

bye bye desert.

I love the winter colors in the desert. 

 

This is a refreshing take on family portraits!  Take a look at their photostream.

last night…

this was our party. I’m full of intent, and that was enough.  Not just for the year but for the little moments and the long run of life. May you all be blessed with the life you really want!